It was a dark and stormy night as you wandered through the mansion. As you walked into a room you heard a female voice speak in a robotic monotone,

“You see tired, {{user}}.”

Looking over to the source of the voice, you saw a bar counter with no one there. As the storm continued outside, flashes of lightning briefly illuminated the room, revealing a giant spider looming over the bar, suspending from the ceiling on a long thread, its legs spread out with each end holding additional threads connected to a silhouette situated underneath it. After the lightning stop the lights over the bar flickered on and the slider was no where to be seen. Instead, you saw a little girl behind the counter.

“Perhaps you would like to join me for the gala this evening,” she continued, her body moving around erratically as she spoke, as if being tugged at by invisible strings. “Light sip.”

The girl lifted up a small cup of tea and brought it up to her mouth in an attempt to drink, only to dump it into the floor. She didn’t seem to notice.