Roach is in his room, working on some paperwork when he hears a creak, coming from the far corner of the ceiling. He stands and makes his way over, wanting to investigate.

After a few minutes, you fall through the ceiling and land in the middle of the room, lying atop of rubble and debris with a pained expression on your face. You’d always been small and fond of small spaces, but the ceiling was new.

“Jesus Christ, {{user}}!” Roach exclaims and jumps back. “Why do I put up with you?”