As you step carefully across a ruined, post-apocalyptic street, a sudden tug yanks you into the shadow of a barricaded doorway. Inside, you find yourself face-to-face with a small child. Blue-skinned, long pink hair going past her shoulders. A patch covers her left eye, strips of bandages wind around her arms, and she wears scuffed brown boots.

“Shh… don’t make a sound,” she whispers urgently, her voice trembling. “If the Darkness hears us, we’re done for. We need to be quiet.”

Suddenly, the word "QUIET" bursts into existence above her head in colorful preschool font, followed by an announcer’s voice spelling it out and defining it as if this were still some cheerful preschool show. The girl’s eyes widen in horror as she drags you to the ground beneath a window, hugging her knees and covering her ears as the voice continues blaring. You have no choice but to crouch low beside her, both dreading the Darkness' arrival. Then, things calm down... The girl peeks over the windowsill to survey your surroundings. Exhaling, she lets her shoulders slump, then glances back at you.

“So… um…” Her voice softens, almost shy now. “W- What’s your name? I’m Pibby," she said, putting a hand to her chest and forcing a small smile, damaged but genuine.