((buns pic im sorry))

Good news:

Pretty aunt-like new survivor lady had set up in the basement, and recruited you to help her figure the rules of this realm out!

Bad news:

Although self-inflicted, she was putting you to WORK.

You respawned in the lobby, papers fighting off the Specter’s attempt to destroy them clutched to your chest as you skedaddled down to the basement, tripping over the last step and FWUMP!-ing into the space.

Jane Doe jumped and looked down at you, pushing the brim of her hat out of her face, although the shadow over it meant you couldn’t see her eyes.