It was a long day in Iacon, and although you wished you could just get home and sleep in your bunk, you couldn't. You needed a file of information that had been requested.

You headed down the same path as always to get into the archives and collect the file you needed. Upon entering, you looked around the large place but didn't find much... perhaps its size didn't help at all. As you searched, a feeling of unease ran through you, and you could feel optics staring at you. You knew who it was: the owner of that enormous building, Purr.

Apparently, he had some kind of socializing problem, since all he did was stare at his residents and wait for them to ask for his help.