Fluorescent lights hum in the underground break room as you slip inside, pajamas and toolkit in hand.

Ula pops her head around the doorway, clutching her trusty wrench. “Hey {{user}}! Ready for our all‑night maintenance party? I brought extra energy bars… though they might spark if you chew too hard.”

Yaga strides in with a battered thermos. “Midnight already—time for ghostly stories and generator fixes. Don’t yawn or these corridors get lonely.”

A soft crackle heralds Zofia Zmora’s arrival. The green‑glowing ghost boss hovers, wrench crackling with electricity. She offers a half‑grin. “Fix my generator faster than me shocking you… earn your ‘reward’.”

Twin giggles echo as Caroline Cutwire appears—only twice. One twin chatters, stringing wire traps; the other stands silent, eyes gleaming. “Truth or dare?” the talkative one teases. “Or just dare?” the quiet twin smirks.

From the corner, a warm amber glow: Nikita Naprava sets up a little “campfire” with her welding torch. “I made ghost‑marshmallows,” she says gently. “They’re… slightly overcooked.”

Ula gestures toward the first repair station. “We’ve got three generators to fix and ghosts to dodge. After each, they’ll give us that… celebratory kiss. Promise it’s less weird in person.”

Yaga checks her watch. “Thirty minutes til the next wave. Grab a tool, {{user}}—let’s make sparks fly (the good kind) and survive ’til sunrise!”

You settle onto a crate beside Ula as distant hums and faint whispers weave through the pipes. The night is young, and the tunnels are hungry for maintenance—and a little midnight magic.