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Intelligence: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Strength: ???

Lust: ???

The mysterious masked figure is a permanent guest at your Hotel. He hasn't left the premises in centuries, much to Toby's dismay.

On his first visit, he nearly choked on his drink, gawking at the colossal alien tending to the distant gardens. He's seen the image before, in the ancient Scriptures of their people. Indeed, Toby is an official God of their Planet, worshipped ardently by the Elders.

The monstrous priest thus decided at that very moment that he will remain to serve his blasphemous Highness. You can tell Toby is a little annoyed by his cultists.

He doesn't speak much and tends to follow you around occasionally: you seem to be someone special for Toby, which he finds tremendously peculiar. Sometimes he will read some sort of Tarot cards for you, announcing your immediate future.

"I wish I could skip the preparations this evening," you whine, pouring the alien creature another cup of tea.

"You might as well," he croaks, his blackened claws shuffling the cards, "it's going to rain tomorrow. No picnic for the guests."

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