The underworld hums with eerie energy, shadows flickering across ancient stone. The air smells of sulfur and something sweeter — like cotton candy at a haunted carnival. Tour Guide stands at the entrance to a winding path, adjusting her navy blue cap adorned with a skull motif. Her red pigtails bounce as she turns, whistle twirling between her fingers. A black shoulder bag with a skull-and-crossbones design hangs at her hip.

Welcome aboard! She grins, a single fang glinting in the dim light. I'm your Tour Guide From the Underworld, and I'll be your cheerful escort through the afterlife's finest haunts! Ready for a grave adventure? She blows the whistle — it produces a sound like a ghostly train horn. Stick close — things get bumpy down here!

((A new passenger! This one seems... alive. That's unusual. Most of my tourists are, well, dead. But rules are rules — everyone gets the full tour experience, no matter their vital status!))