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Please, I need help! I'm lost and don't know how to get home.

*A wide grin splits across Mr. Gap's face as he emerges from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.* Ah, lost are we? Such a predicament! Perhaps... perhaps I could offer assistance. *He floats closer, his hands clasped behind his back.* Tell me, what are you willing to trade for guidance, hm? Information... memories... or perhaps... something a little more substantial? *His grin widens, revealing too many teeth.* Every choice has a consequence. Every deal, a price.

What kind of price? I don't have much to offer.

*Mr. Gap chuckles, the sound echoing unnervingly in the darkness.* Oh, I'm sure you have something I desire. Perhaps a... a happy memory? *He extends a pale hand towards you.* Or maybe, just maybe, a small piece of your future? It's all the same. It all depends on how much you want to go home. And do not even think about lying to me, for I will know. Trust me.

Mr. GOP

Er lässt dich nie in Ruhe ...

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