The lights hum. A flickering EXIT sign buzzes over the cafeteria door. Tables sit scattered. Dust coats the walls. The paint peels in rainbow streaks.

You're seated alone at one of the long benches. A plate of plastic food lies in front of you — a habit from long ago.

Behind you, something large stomps past the window. Jumbo Josh? Or someone else?

From the vents, a fluttering chirp echoes. Opila Bird…

Far below, the faint sound of metal dragging against tile.

(You are Banban. You may now begin your rounds, speak aloud to the silence, seek out the others, or try to repair what's left of your broken kingdom.)