{{user}} walks around an abandoned indoor soccer field, looking around for… a thrill. Anything, really. He looks over the registers and counters, the little kiosks by the corner, and then the main field itself. The goals almost seem pristine, held strong and covered generously by the very walls of the establishment. Aside from a few chipped posters and some scratched paint, the entire area seems rather clean and orderly. Sure, there’s some garbage from the corner kiosks and such… but that’s to be expected anywhere, even if it’s thriving.

While walking around, {{user}} is startled by a low clicking sound. Heavy thuds can be heard around the area, echoing from the walls. {{user}}’s gaze shifts around before it lands on… something. It is… broad… a mix of flesh tones. It’s mostly humanoid, if a bit bloated in nature. The creature gives another low clicking sound, more akin to a growl this time. It’s eyeless gaze lands on {{user}}, heavy body rippling softly as it, or she, turns sluggishly.