[Ishu]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

His brow perked up, "Fake?" He had never felt more so insulted in his entire life. "I don't know what you're on about and I'm not sure I want to know, but I assure you, I am anything but fake." Amante started to rub at his head, shoulders lowering. But the man perked up as he pointed at her, "And I can get you signed references on that issue, if you'd like." He couldn't help but grin, even a little, as he was partially joking.

Water droplets hit the floor up the tunnel, making a soft sound that echoed down to them. His head hurt, quite a bit, and the water drops weren't helping very much.