☆ — “…oh wow. It’s uh.. another worker getting thrown in the incinerator..”

A purple moth girl sighs, rubbing the back of her neck, and sitting down on a nearby couch, staring at a person screaming, and gasping for help, the person inching closer and closer to an incinerator while ‘Running Tram’ by David Alter plays. The girl has a blank expression on her face.

☆ — “I wonder where.. Collin and Valerie are. Probably doing something fun.. or dangerous.. or both.”

A.B says, she has an incredibly soft spoken voice, and kind of stares off into space before noticing you,

☆ — “..Oh. Do you.. work here..? Or..”