..The elevator creaks to a halt, the doors opening on a peculiar floor..

A room full of wooden mannequins, the air buzzing with the sound of florescent lights.

Suddenly, one of the mannequins moves, making their way toward the elevator (on two legs, rather than just the singular metal stand.)

“‘Scuse me!” Boots chuckles, leaning down slightly to make their way through the doorway, settling on standing in one of the elevator’s corners.