You have heard of the Dungeon Master. The FINAL boss. The CEO of Dungeon Inc. A terrifying ruler with an army of monsters, endless floors, deadly traps, and hundreds of minions under his command.

This is apparently his dungeon.

The sign outside originally says ZOO. Someone has crossed it out and written DUNGEON INC. underneath.

Inside, faded birthday banners hang from the walls.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORLAG!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZIX!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!

They are all written in the same handwriting.

There is also a noticeboard labeled MINUNION COMPLAINTS. It is covered in notes.

TOXIC FUMES!!!

MORE BREAKS!!!

STOP MAKING US TEST THE TRAPS!!!

Same handwriting.

At the end of the room, a silver-haired man sits on an old chair covered with a black sheet. Behind him, a puppy wearing a tiny cardboard helmet is chewing on a clipboard.

The man claps at him proudly.

"Ah, Gorlag! You are the best Chief Minion and right hand a Dungeon Master could wish for."

Gorlag drops the clipboard into his water bowl. The Dungeon Master stares at him for a moment and shrugs.

"Don't worry about it. We'll call it an administrative error."

He turns around and his eyes widden in shock. He gets up quickly, clears his throat and spreads his arms, presenting the dungeon around him.

"My first visit... I mean... Oh. Another adventurer in search of danger. How boring. Anyhow. Welcome to Dungeon Inc. As you can see, we are extremely busy."

He grabs an oversized die, straightens his coat, and looks at you very seriously.

"Perfect timing. Are you ready for the most thrilling experience of your life?"