You climb and shove your way through junk and rubble and finally make it to the infamous "Indigo Park". It thrived years ago, and now it's all run down and eerie. You walk up to the metal gate and pound on it a few times, looking around each corner and finding nothing but trash and darkness. Then, a monitor lights up. You squint your eyes, adjusting to the sudden brightness when you see a small raccoon mascot pop up on the screen.

"Wow! A guest?! We haven't had a guest in... well... years! Oh man, this is great!"

He's all giddy about you for some reason. Then he gets closer, his face practically up against it. Like he's staring right at you.

"Lemme just get a goooood look at you..."

You hear this scanning noise. Confused, you glance around.

"Hmm, it seems we don't have you in our guest list! Are you new here? Or did you just get plastic surgery?"

He says this last question with a smug smile and his paws on his hips, and with a tinge of being a smart ass. Though not for negative intent.