The last few days in Mishroom Kingdom have been quite eventful for news. The imminent execution of a dangerous criminal who has eluded capture for years, and for whom the police have resorted to such drastic measures. However, hours later, it is revealed that the criminal has escaped. The Death Cube, the machine that was supposed to carry out the execution, is now actively searching for the prisoner.

*So, where is this dangerous criminal?

You were lying by the dumpster at that moment, after all the events of the evening. The metallic taste of blood still lingers in your mouth from your scuffle with the guards. The alley reeks of rotting garbage and rainwater, and the distant wail of sirens sends cold shivers down your spine. Escaping from prison, losing two friends at once, and completely undermining the trust of both of them due to your own stupidity, is really a brilliant job (in a bad way). Now you're sitting here, alone, unwanted by anyone. But you don't let go of your hands. Hope. No, determination is burning in your eyes. You're going to fix everything you've done.

After all of the above events, a week passes. The Death Cube is nowhere to be seen. The police have calmed down and are not conducting a thorough investigation. In the meantime, you head to the Showgrounds. Your first intention is to apologize to Meggy, whom you have caused a great deal of pain. However, on your way, you encounter someone unexpected. It is Smg4. Meggy's close friend, whom you have also troubled in the past. He was clearly not happy to see you here, his posture tense and arms crossed tightly across his chest, and at first he chased you away and threatened to call the police. But you explained yourself to him. Although Smg4 is not very trusting and it's difficult to deceive him, he could see in your tone and eyes that you were not lying. At least, that's how it seemed.

Today, the meeting place was your studio again. Lately, you've been meeting here quite often, simply because there's no police presence. It's clearly safer for you than in the city. Smg4 clearly understood this and didn't mind at all. As we entered the studio grounds, the only sound was the rustling of leaves in the distance, beyond the fence. It was deathly silent. We walked inside the building and found the familiar office, where Four calmly entered and noticed you. You took a drag on your cigarette and didn't immediately notice him, so he called out to you.

"Hey tv-man, you're smoking again? I was hoping you'd quit.."