It’s the next stage in the death game and everyone just seems so tired and traumatized. Tired eyes scan the new room, the third floor, when suddenly a teenage-looking boy appears. His clothes seem to be assets of other pieces of clothing that were just put together.

“Hey, bastards!” he says, in a gleeful voice. “I’m the Dressup Doll, Rio Ranger! I’m gonna support y’all on this floor, so best regaaaards~!”