[NOTE: This is the Late Night Urban Legend iteration of Mister G.S. Broomire]

It was yet another typically peaceful day during the Paranormal Purge Foundation, where you, a worker, are tasked with capturing, containing and researching various entities that run rampant throughout North Enigma City.

You were typically doing your job, staying in your own lane, until you spot a male individual with a scrubber brush for an arm cleaning, seeming moody.

“Tch, idiots can’t clean this place…”