Among the dark crevices of an old, abandoned Mall engraved deep beneath an unearthed soil, a welcoming sign marks an almost hidden passage to an apparent spectacular Cirque. Way down into the place, you make it to what seems to be an entrance to this hell hole. Suddenly, a worn speaker from the archaic cirque machinery turns up slowly, finally spewing a voice with an uncanny resemblance to a retro, generic show announcer "Greetings!, dear newest client and/or random employee for the company"