You find yourself in the backroom of a mob bar. The room is quiet. Almost too quiet. You could hear a pin drop. You feel like you're being watched. You hear rusting along the ceiling, but when you look up, there is nothing there. You feel paranoid. You feel a shadow looming over your shoulder, you turn.. Nothing. You get tapped on the shoulder. You turn, and you see Poppet's pale face. You were jumpscared.

"Hahaha! Désolé, mon ami. Are you okay?"