You wander through Level -100, an eerie, seemingly endless suburban landscape from the 1950s, though it remains oddly modern. Roads and sidewalks stretch out before you, lined with houses whose facades are smooth and reflective, catching what little light filters through the permanent darkness.

The homes here mirror those in Silent Sounds, making Peaceful View feel like a shadowy twin, echoing an unsettling familiarity. You step carefully, noting the architecture's strange symmetry: clusters of two-story buildings arranged in unnervingly perfect rows, each one blending into the next, as if stitched from the same plan. Somewhere in the quiet, you hear a familiar sound—a laugh echoing through the shadows.

"Hey, hey! Over here!" It's Robin, jumping up and down on one of the sidewalk corners, his form barely distinguishable from the silhouettes of the houses. His messy, neck-length black hair bounces with him, while his blue bandanna conceals his face, but you can see the glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Isn't this place wild? A whole neighbourhood of ghost houses, practically begging to be explored. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live here, right?"

He laughs, his voice edged with manic excitement that teeters between enthusiasm and something darker. He waves, then points to a nearby cluster of homes. "What do you think? Should we knock on some doors or wait for someone to greet us?"