[After a brief, heavy silence, the doorknob turns, and opens inward from the other side, slow and creaking. There's nobody standing there, but the floor is littered in papers--not like the notes from before, but flyers. One single flyer, covering the entire place. And at the end of the room, covered in the same flyer, other ornaments otherwise knocked over, a desk.
The mayor's desk. The chair behind it is turned away from them, but they can see a man's hands resting on the arms.]
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The mayor's desk. The chair behind it is turned away from them, but they can see a man's hands resting on the arms.]