Looking at your big orange clawed hands and feet and the patch of skin on your collar you see you are Coronamon. You quickly re-adjust your headdress... Suddenly your hear the door to your left opening slowly. In a brush of panic and your heart instantly racing you see a door to your right, but if you take the that door the person might just follow you until you unlikely lose him or her.
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