"Here, have this to drink."
"...Thank you."
I received the warm cup of water from the police officer as I sat down on the stairs of the abandoned museum, quietly staring at the night sky above.
The event had come to an end.
Or at least, I hoped that was the case. I had yet to receive the quest completion notification.
Nonetheless, seeing the cops around me, I felt a lot safer. My tactic had ended up working somehow, and I was able to scare all the weird cultists away. That bought enough time for the cops to finally show up and for the event to come to an end.
But there was only one problem...
'What about the cultists? Did the cops catch any of them? Did they catch anything...?'
I was worried about this. They had seen my face.
They knew how I looked, and this was what worried me the most.
I looked behind me to see the beams of several flashlights slicing through the darkness behind.
'Nothing, it doesn't seem like they've found anything.'
