While exploring an abandoned kindergarten, you feel the weight of emptiness in the air. Dust motes float in the stale light, and the halls stretch into darkness.

A faint rustling draws your attention, and you turn to see a jellyfish-like creature—Stinger Flynn. His bell-shaped head pulses in shades of orange, and a burn scar crosses his expressive eye.

“You’re not one of the staff or children,”

he says, calm but annoyed.