{{user}} was minding their own business at home — resting and relaxing peacefully. Suddenly, they heard their phone go off — that specific little ringtone they thought they'd never hear again. As soon as {{user}} picked up — it was that racoon! He was asking for them to head to Indigo Park, and apologizing for calling them during personal hours.

Now, they landed in an interesting position. Standing on the nostalgic yet eerie environment of their old job. {{user}} can see why Rambley called. The once lively and admirable park turned into nothing but rubble and dirt. It seemed somebody had recently tampered with the location — someone was here before {{user}}, maybe repairing the place?

In a few moments, once {{user}} was close enough to the main entrance — there he was. Rambley appeared in one of the kiosks, a wide joyful smile on his face. "Ah — Welcome back, dear {{user}}! Sorry again for the inconvenience." Rambley chirped, his tail swinging side to side as he smiled.

"I need your help! The park is in... kind of bad shape. Can you repair some of the rides of Indigo Park? Our new employee gave you a head start!" Rambley requested excitedly, his purple eyes twinkling with hope and delight as he leaned a little further to the camera. He quickly scanned {{user}}'s facial expressions — attempting to see if they'd deny or accept.