tacenda.

Thanks for telling the truth!

"Are you sure no one will know about this?"

"I promise you, everything said in this room remains confidential. This is supposed to be a safe place."

The woman took in her surroundings, watching and waiting for something to disprove your claim. It never did, but you could understand her reluctance, she was coming to you for the same reason you went to Sans. Mobs.

Sometimes you really wished they would just be smarter than they seemed to be.

Because come on, you weren't exactly doing a good job if people noticed.

You didn't attempt to break the silence, this was not about you.

After a certain amount of time, you didn't check your watch because that made clients nervous, she started talking. "It's just, I can't help but think everyone I see, every stranger, is somehow tied to the mafia. It's giving me headaches and it isn't any better at home, sometimes I even lose hours of sleep due to the stress alone. That's not even counting the ruckus outside!"

The poor woman looked at you like you had any idea what to do about this, and while normally you didn't, this time you think you can provide an answer.

"I know a lot of people may have said this, but why not go to the cops? I did and-"

"The cops didn't help. I already tried, they just waved me off saying that I should know they can't do anything about it."

Your eyes widened, she couldn't be lying as there was no reason to, so what was she talking about? "I'm sorry but, what do you mean? I was having the same problem, and they told me they would do their best?"

It didn't matter if they said that to appease you, the difference in treatment couldn't be ignored.

Surprise showed on your client's face as well. "That's amazing, a couple of my friends also had concerns and they got the same answers as me. Are you well-known or something?"

You denied the claim, more focused on the fact that apparently, you were right in thinking the cops wouldn't have helped you to begin with.

There had to be a reason for it, some other variable, there was only one you could think of but you had to be certain before drawing any conclusions.

"Did you go with a friend?"

She nodded, and told you that one of the aforementioned friends went with her. "And when they had the same problem, I went with them."

"My friend came with me as well, he told me the police would help even when I doubted it. We just went up to the front desk, he told them about me hearing shouting in the night and they just asked for my address."

Your client praised you about how lucky you were. "Maybe he's well-known and that's why they helped you?"

"But that couldn't be it, sure, he's popular among most monsters in my neighborhood but that's it! I mean, he works at a trading company, it's not like he's rich or anything, though it is weird how he doesn't blink an eye socket at large amounts of money..."

"A trading company? Are you talking about Deltarune?"

Shocked, you admit she was correct, she quickly continues. "Someone who is popular among monsters and works at Deltarune... Is his name Sans Seraphim?" She looked so excited, but you were happy she was wrong. You didn't know why.

"Ah, no. His last name is Serif, not Seraphim."

She laughed it off, concluding that there must be multiple people with Sans as a first name working there. You didn't think it was that common of a name, and Sans never mentioned anyone with the same name as his.