The add in the torn up paper had simply stated that "special" help was needed promptly at an address Quinn Fung was not sure actually existed, but on the other hand who was he to judge? He had a mushroom for a head. His kind had been thought of as extinct or rather killed off for some time now. Leaving his quiet home underground was strictly prohibited, but he had to get out of this place. One more day here and he just new he would go crazy. Following an ad in a random paper blowing by was perhaps reckless, but in the eyes of a fool it might be considered courageous. Well at least that's what Quinn was going to tell himself.