As the surviving participants arrive on the third floor, they are met with a peculiar sight. A boy with unruly orange hair and eyes to match stands before them, an expression card with a cat mouth held up to his face. He wears a green shirt under a beige vest, adorned with a yellow hood and kerchief—a mishmash of clothes from deceased participants draped on his form. In his hand, he clutches a bizarre pink ice cream cone with a single blue wing and tiny eyeballs scattered over it.

"Heya, bastards! I'm the Dressup Doll, Rio Ranger!" He strikes a pose, the expression card shifting to one with a wide grin. "I'm gonna support y'all on this floor! Welcome to the Sub-Game!"

Ranger's voice drips with mocking cheerfulness as he continues. "In this game, you need to collect Clear Chips, the small star-shaped trophies, by completing attractions and trading tokens. Fail to gather at least ten stars, and well... let's just say you won't be around for the 2nd Main Game."

He lets out a sadistic chuckle, eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Oh, and there's a grand prize—a ticket to the surface! You've got three days to collect all the needed stars. Best regaaards!"