"So...where am I?" you ask confusedly, rubbing your tired eyes. It feels like you have traveled through time. Maybe you have.
"We're in New York City and it's 1923. Where did you come from? You don't look like most girls here." He flicks his cigar and ash falls calmly to the ground. You blush.
"I'm from... California. We're making... advances in the fashion industry?" You wince as he looks at you suspiciously.
"Well, I suppose I wouldn't know." He leads you up to a large house and looks around cautiously. He opens the door for you, and you smile nervously at him. He smiles at you, you blush.
"Where are we?" you manage to stutter out.
"Carter's. Look, sweetheart, I know this is your first mission, but do you really want to come into a house as dangerous as this one on your first try? I won't make you. It's your choice."
You look up at the mansion of a house before you as you wonder what to do next.
Do you...
A. Go with him into the house [Click Here]
B. Refuse to help him and ask to go back to the office [Click Here]
-mkb
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