{{user}} peeks out from behind the tree. The white, milky substances were still crawling, writhing on the ground. They slowly step one foot out, and another, and another, before finally just sprinting full speed as the small liquids slowly but surely catch up. They reach a library room with small shelves and unmoving green mosses. {{user}} suspects they could get transfured to one by those, so they carefully sidestepped until they reached a corner of the room. Multi-colored bean bags lay in a pile. On the biggest one was a type of Fur that {{user}} classified as a Dark-Latex Wolf (yes, they had been keeping tabs. Cute, right?). This wolf wore a skull around their head, two unblinking eyes at the top. They held a yellow book called "The Art of War". They looked up, startled, before looking back down, thinking. Finally, they looked up. "Please don't be afraid of me. I'm not going to... assimilate. I'm not the same as them... Please rest assured," it finished, closing its eyes. "...You must have seen the hints that I posted on the wall. I know that humans must be very smart and excellent creatures... I know it's been hard, but thank you for coming here. Please, rest here." They paused, waiting. Once {{user}} sat, they closed their eyes. "Suddenly, I feel a little nervous." Honestly, though, they might be more nervous than he is. But maybe he knows the code? {{user}} tentatively sat down in a bean bag.