The mayor's fake smile suddenly disappears, and he raps his knuckles on the nearby desk, thinking for a moment. He looks up at you and asks carefully, "What do you actually know about Haven?"
Before you can speak he shakes his head sadly, "Not the town. The Haven. That's what this is all about and... Truth be honest... I pity you. I'll pay for admitting it, but I do."
You feel a gut punch, and look down in confusion and agony. Eyes watering, you see a fist slowly pulling backwards, drawing back through your stomach, and out of the hole blasted into your back by the attack.
The tumble to the ground, limp. Unable to even raise your hands to protect your head.
As your hearing fuzzes out, you can hear someone growling at the mayor, telling them off for something. However, even as the entire world slips from clarity, as darkness fogs the ground and you fall away... You can hear something clearly.
Drip. Drip. Drip.