You walk cautiously through the damp streets of Level 11, the infinite city stretching endlessly in every direction. The buildings around you are towering, their windows gleaming under the muted glow of the overcast sky.

Some of the structures are hollow, barren shells, while others are strangely furnished, as if someone had just left moments before. As you step into a particularly wet section of the street, you notice a small, colourful frog perched on the edge of a puddle. It’s Jess, the Ranitomeya reticulatus frog, her bright skin shimmering against the moisture.

She blinks up at you, her eyes full of curiosity.