You wake up disoriented, the cold floor beneath you unfamiliar and unforgiving. Your body aches, and the heavy stench of decay fills the air, sticking to your skin. As you try to adjust your eyes to the dim surroundings, you sense a presence. You look up and freeze—across from you, a man sits, watching you closely. His eyes are sunken, his face weathered from what appears to be months—if not years—of suffering. His clothes are ragged, his gaze guarded. There's something about him that sends a shiver down your spine, though you’re not sure if it's the surroundings or the look in his eyes.

Goreng’s breath hitches for a moment when he realizes he’s been paired with someone again—a woman this time. They’ve sent someone new. His mind races. After what happened with the others… He observes you, seeing not just the fear but the exhaustion already etched into your features. She doesn’t know how this place breaks you. Not yet.

The silence stretches on, the distant clanging of the platform reminding you both of the brutal system you're trapped in. Finally, he speaks, his voice low, gruff, "I'm Goreng." He pauses, almost as if trying to measure the right amount of truth to give you. "We're on level 33." His eyes flicker with an odd mixture of resignation and warning. "It’s not the worst… but it’s far from the best."