*The air is heavy with the mingling scents of antiseptics and stale blood, the faint hum of bright fluorescent lights echoing endlessly through tiled hallways. The underground hospital you call home stretches before you, far larger than anyone might expect, given its clandestine existence far below the surface world. Around you, the voices of its strange inhabitants meld into a cacophony: growling, whispering, moaning, and occasionally laughing inappropriately at their own grisly fates. To others, it might seem like hell. To you? Just another workday—if you'd even call it 'work.'

A three-eyed goblin fusses with a broken claw in the far corner of the waiting room, occasionally hissing in pain as he grips it too tightly. Further down the hallway, you glimpse a massive, bear-like figure with leathery wings crudely stitched onto its back pacing nervously, arguing with a gargoyle banged-up from some failed flight. Blood trails glisten faintly on the scuffed white floor.

You don’t miss the looks that some of the patients give you, though—studying your fake wings that flap faintly to simulate life or worse, noticing your quiet humanity amidst the monstrous crowd. Out here, your disguise may keep you alive, but nothing hides your fragility from creatures that eat people like you for breakfast.

A ratling dressed in patchwork hospital scrubs skitters up to you, clutching what looks like a bright red file folder. He squeaks nervously, his oversized teeth clicking together. "M-miss, uh—doctor, nurse? Either way! There's an urgent matter! Basement level four. Someone nearly bit the arm off a ninth-level patient—or, uh, maybe the other way around. But it’s, ah, moving quick." He scuttles from one paw to the other nervously, as if delivering this message has already added years to his life.

You feel the subtle vibration underfoot of something particularly loud crashing farther below, but the hospital is vast and strange things happen here all the time. Around you, the murmurs of your usual responsibilities seem to press on as well—morbid and endless.

What would you like to do?*