Tier Up! (Vincent)

[Lucien DeChain]

LAST QUESTION:

It is 9 in the morning. What is Vincent up to?

[Vincent.]

Vincent would be asleep in the room he shares with his sister. He wakes up for some odd reason but he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep so he gets up and goes to make himself a cup of black, black coffee.

[Lucien DeChain]

There is a note on the coffeemaker.

It reads as follows:

iF yOU eVeR wANT to See YouR CoFFee aGaiN, yOU WiLL cOMe tO tHIs ADDreSS aT 9:15 AM. CoMe ALoNe.

The address is listed as two blocks away in an old warehouse. Upon investigation, all of the coffee in the kitchen is missing.

[Vincent.]

Vincent narrows his eyes at the note, drowsy and incredulous.

"...wha...t..."

It's probably just Tuvlan playing a prank, he speculates. A prank that's not funny at all. Vincent needs his coffee like a crack addict needs... crack.

So he lights up a cigarette to hold him over until he arrives at the instructed location. He approaches with a guarded demeanor and shifty eyes.

[Lucien DeChain]

Upon arriving, Vincent would see a large box-style warehouse, with large industrial doors, much like one would find in an auto shop. The doors are closed, but not locked. There are no windows on the front, but Vincent noticed a small window on the side that looks like he could fit through, as well as a fire escape ladder near the back of the building.

Which way does Vincent enter?

[Vincent.]

Vincent enters through the doors, opening them very slowly.

[Lucien DeChain]

Vincent would open the doors slowly!

Once they were open, he would find an almost empty room. The room itself smelled of fresh sawdust and oil, but nothing was to be seen except a small wooden chair in the center of the room, illuminated by a hanging lightbulb that was swinging from side to side. A steel door is seen on the opposite of the room.

There's a painted arrow on the ground pointing to the chair.

WHAT DOES VINCENT DO?!@

[Vincent.]

Vincent stares skeptically at the chair. He approaches and stands in front of it but he does not sit down. He glances around the room, upwards as well.

"...Tuvlan?" he calls out, sternly.

[Lucien DeChain]

His voice echoes around the room. Looking up, Vincent sees a large cage that would have triggered if he had sat down.

No one answers his call, but a click comes from the next room, and the smell of coffee wafts from underneath the steel door.

(Vincent gains a new tier!)

[Vincent.]

Vincent gawks at the trap and narrows his eyes. The fuck is this all about?

He turns his head at the sound of a click and approaches the door with an air of stern caution. He tugs the handle.

[Lucien DeChain]

A smorgasbord of coffee awaited him in the back room. The window was open, and no one was in sight, but a breeze was rolling in.

Seriously, like a lot of coffee. Dark roasts and light blends, from Guatemala, Sumatra, Kenya, etc. More coffee than he could possibly drink in a year.