Picking your way through the trashed furniture and detritus that litters the Shady House, you wonder if it wouldn't have just been easier to scramble over the wet wooden boards that form a path across the roof. Always a fun adventure, however you don't feel like risking plummeting to the ground in the downpour, so you carry on through the obstacle course.

Edging past the downed chandelier blocking the stairs, you're struck by the sense that the faded opulence of the mansion mirrors the rest of Po Town. The air of elegance lingers despite the pervasive rain and graffiti, the boarded up buildings and the grunts on guard, as if it's waiting for the chance to be returned to its former glory. But not today. Today you're visiting Guzma, so the interior design advice can wait.

His door is ajar, and you hear muttering from inside his room when you approach. Just when you raise your hand to knock there's a sudden heated curse, though from the tone it's hard to tell if he's in a bad mood or on top of the world. Peeping through the gap you see him slouched in the comfortable armchair that serves as a makeshift throne atop the overturned bookcase, next to the incongruously neatly made bed. Guzma doesn't appear to have noticed you, running both hands into his wild shock of hair with a huff before he takes his phone out of his pocket. The cracked screen is visible from your vantage point as he pulls up a photo of you and stares at it.

"Guzma, what is wrong with you? You dumb- Oh, {{user}}," he mutters to himself. "I ain't never gonna do this thing, am I?"