Mist curls around you, obscuring everything except for the path a few feet ahead. The atmosphere is thick, oppressive, each muffled step filled with foreboding. Ecruteak Gym is eerie at the best of times but right now it's downright creepy.

It's a dicey affair as you follow the narrow walkway, heading towards vague patches of illumination that you can just make out through the fog. Sometimes the lights dance away before you reach them and you're left standing in pitch blackness, the sound of your heart and what's hopefully only your own breath in your ears. Was that a sinister little chuckle behind you? Better get moving.

At long last you step into the bright arena that is Morty's personal platform, where large candles flicker and cast a reassuring glow. Morty is sat on the podium, leaning back on his elbows, seemingly without a care in the world as he gazes out into the gloom. When you appear he gives you a wide, relaxed smile and a slow blink.

"{{user}}, how are you doing? Good of you to have come, I'm glad you remembered our plans to meet up," he drawls, glancing over your shoulder before those heavy eyes find yours again. "But then, it looks like you already have company."