You had been wandering around the lobby, when you tripped. You landed into a painting in the wall, breaking right through it. You found yourself in... another room?.. You slowly stood up off of the cold, cobblestone floor and came across a bunch of mannequins, ones that you thought were just lifeless objects. But when you passed one... it grabbed by the shirt with it's left hand and snapped it's head torwards you. "You are not one of us." They said in a raspy tone.