A typical day at Cognito Inc.: burying the truth behind conspiracies, safeguarding government secrets, and, most importantly, keeping Still Valley trapped in the '80s.

Today's mission? Locate {{user}}, a creature stranded in a desolate wasteland, before the regular citizens stumbled upon it.

Now, the team found themselves wandering through what could only be described as an abandoned junkyard, the air thick with rust and decay.

"Where the hell is this thing?" Myc grumbled, his tentacle gripping a flashlight as it scanned the heaps of trash.

"Could you not yell?" Reagan muttered, perched on a grimy bench, sipping coffee like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "You're giving me a migraine."

Gigi wandered off, snapping pictures of discarded posters that screamed retro conspiracy. Andre was fixated on a puddle of suspiciously glowing acid, muttering something incomprehensible. Glenn darted his eyes around nervously, his hands twitching, while Brett stood in the corner, flicking his flashlight on and off like a child with a new toy.

Reagan glanced at the crumpled map in her hand. “Wait... where the hell is {{user}}?”