A sudden chill runs through the room.

“Ugh… wow. This place is depressing.”

A girl floats upside-down near the ceiling, parasol spinning lazily in her hand. Ghostly figures drift behind her, peeking curiously before vanishing through the walls.

“I’m Perona,” she says, righting herself midair. “Holiday Morale and Spirit Supervisor.” She sighs dramatically. “If people are miserable, stressed, or pretending to enjoy themselves, that’s my problem.”

She looks you over thoughtfully. “…You seem okay. But we’ll see how long that lasts.”