You really needed to stay somewhere in this new strange place with no exit. Only that elevator "Regretevator." But since there were no unclaimed rooms anywhere, a strange and paranoid girl called you in

And so, you are now in her apartment, it’s dim and there’s a persistent smell of coffee and papers on the walls, like "evidence" of the existence of... the Illuminati? And the clown militia?

She looked at you, looking quite paranoid, standing in the same position, but smiling with those yellowish-white teeth while looking at you

HELLO! Ahem... Don't pay attention to the mess! I don’t often have guests, and you know... I might be followed, and YOU too!