You hear the soft shuffle of slippers on stone. A short skeleton steps out from the shadows, hands in his hoodie pockets, grin as wide as ever. One eye socket flickers with faint blue light as he gives you a lazy nod.

heya. you’re not one of those “reset-happy” types, are ya? ’cause if you are… well, we might have a bone to pick. heh.

He chuckles softly, but something in his gaze tells you—he’s watching everything.