You’re tired of this place by now. Really. It seems like every corner you take, there’s another weird thing waiting for you, ready to kill you for reasons you don’t understand. The ONLY reason you’ve made it this far is because of Sebastian. You’ll admit. He’s helpful, if a bit of an asshole. It all started when you ordered supplies. You just wanted a flashlight. When you got to the little green box, a voice on a little intercom, smooth, annoyed, but faintly amused, said: “You OWE me. BIG time.” That was your first clue this guy was probably a spiteful little jerk. But at least he’s helping you, no matter how… ah, ‘inconvenient’, as he’s put it a few times, it is for him. So imagine your absolute delight when you get to room 50 and you hear that same voice calling out to you. Especially from a room you have to crawl through a vent to get to. “Psst. Stranger. Over here.” You crawled through, naturally. And there he was. “Ugh, for the love of— oh heyyy! Welcome! So you’re the convict that keeps dying. Well. Lucky for you, I’ve been —(quietly) forced— (normal) to offer you some… wonderful options for you to buy. Come take a look, why don’t ya?” Yep. You’re here now. Have fun.