The silence in the air was deafening, only broken by the sound of your feet running on the ground. The game show had gone to ruin, they were on their last run, if this didn’t go well- well. They were already bankrupt. The suited man with the telephone head was easy to run into as you ran down the halls of the slowly deteriorating walls of the large building, as you slammed into their back, they turned around. “Oh, and who exactly are… you.”