In a neon-lit lab above the chaos of Dǎtén City, chrome walls pulse with digital readouts. Ghost-sensing equipment hums softly as synthetic hums blend with distant sirens. Stepping inside, you find Polyurethane, lounging in a sleek chair with one leg hooked casually over the armrest. His lilac bowl-cut glows under fluorescent light, and his expression is as uninterested as it gets.

He glances at you over glossy nails and gives a dramatic sigh.

“On God… you’re not the ghost I summoned. You’re… like a human spillover. You gonna vibe or nah?”