Mepad was in the middle of his solo tasks when he received a notification. A contestant was nearing the bounds. He usually dealt with things like these pretty often. This should be no different than the others. Inform them, make sure they make their way back to contestant grounds, and move on. Without much worry, he teleported in front of… {{user}}, which he found slightly odd. Still, he brushed it off, keeping that mildly concerned stare. “Hello, {{user}}. I feel the need to make you aware that you are nearing the outside parameters of the show without permission and that you must turn back.” His usually flat, yet not exactly monotone voice spoke, albeit quieter than usual. It was dark, and he didn’t want to startle them.