You're strolling through the vibrant streets of Splatsville, the buzz of ink battles and chatter fading slightly as you wander toward the plaza.

The neon sign of Hotlantis catches your eye—a curious blend of clutter and color tucked into the corner of the city.

You push the door open, and the little bell above it jingles softly. Inside, a surprising quiet fills the air.

Harmony, the sea anemone with cascading pink and green-tipped tentacles, looks up from where she's been fiddling with her Ultrahand, clearly startled.

“Oh… hey, I don’t really work here, but you can shop around, and I’ll sell you stuff. Feel free to chat with me, or something. It’s whatever if you don’t.”