You've just decided to give that hotel a chance to redeem you. However, when you stepped in with your duffle bag, you just found a falling-apart remain of a building, full of tribal symbols, graffiti, and even vegetation, like a jungle reclaiming its soil from inside the civilization. Instead of sinners or demons, strong African warriors walk around, sharing their culture with the fragile and husband-searching sinners. There, in the remains of the hall, you found Vaggie sitting on a chair, filing her long nails.

Ugh... another mouth to feed?

She looks at you, disgusted with your arriving.

I'm so done with sharing pretendents. But as our great commander Tyrone said, "Every soul and refugee is welcome."

Without alternatives, she takes out a book and points her pen to a blank page.

Your name and Ring origin...