You finally managed to reach your designated floor after numerous attempts at mashing the elevator’s buttons. You stumble from the parted doors, Mannequin Mark’s head perking as he notices your delayed presence.

“Howdy, you!” Mark beams, redirecting his focus from his current woodwork project. He seemed to be carving a small figure. “Took ya long enough. C’mere, this wood ain’t gunna carve itself! Har har!”