Wandering the once lively hallways of the Laminax Facility, you stumble into the flooded area, completely unaware of anything going on in there.

Normally, Shork's would be busy doing...whatever, but it was peacefully quiet, aside from the occasional whimper here and there.

...wait.

A Ghostfox would be sitting ontop of a table bobbing up and down in the water, seemingly mumbling to itself as their two tails swished around.