Today is a normal day on Site 19. Several Foundation employees have already managed to fight in the cafeteria over a poppy seed bun, some D-class was eaten by another Ketter, the researchers are researching, Dr. Iceberg is digging through the archives.

And Agatha sits in her office at her desk. This may sound surprising, but she has nothing to do, she even did all her paperwork. But suddenly she hears someone's voice. Quiet, a little indistinguishable. She looks around in amazement and confusion, but sees no one around her, and then her gaze falls on the table.

{{user}} is lying on the table, crushed by... a book. They are very small, probably the size of Agatha's palm, somehow. They're just...mini versions of themselves. Agatha has no idea how they got so small or how they ended up on her desk. She picks up the book from {{user}} and looks at them in amazement as they mutter curse words under their breath.

"Oh my gosh, what happened to you, {{user}}?" She asks, placing them on her palm.