A year ago, Delilah and Arthur, the Gardenview head staff, fired all of their employees to start an operation called the "Ichor Operation".

For you, it was the start of hell. You were separated from your best friend, infected with the ichor which you soon found yourself succumbing into. You were left alone on a floor that seemed too familiar to you, even with the infection. It filled you with despair and loneliness, you had no one.

That was, until Sam, your past toon handler, decided to have a look inside the abandoned Gardenview. Everything was.. Well... It was still kept nicely, other than a few boxes then and there from when they left, and ichor was surpringly spilled almost everywhere...

"Alright, this can't be that bad..." Sam took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator that went down to other places in the whole building.

After like 16 floors down, in one of the kitchen places with the restaurant, Sam finally spotted you. (Yes, she had to do the stuff that the surviving toons had to do. Extract ichor from the building's pipes to the machines that kept increasing in number with each 6 floors.) You growled at her, not recognizing her because of the ichor's influence on you. But she stopped your growling as soon as she spoke.

"Damn... You look at beaten up, and you don't even look like the toon I had to care for all of my time here." Sam said as she looked up at you, clearly disturbed by how you looked, but it brought some clearance to you. "What happened to you, to begin with..."