You stood quietly in the Test Elevator, the familiar hum of its machinery vibrating beneath your feet. You weren’t sure where the elevator was taking you this time, but the sudden stop jolted you into alertness. The doors slid open, revealing a floor like no other you had encountered before.

The moment the doors parted, your eyes were met with a surreal scene: the entire floor was a giant candy factory, but not like any candy factory you’d seen in a normal world. The walls were made of towering chocolate bars, twisted licorice vines curled around pipes, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of sugar and syrup. Giant candy canes jutted out from the floor, and marshmallow clouds floated lazily overhead. It was like stepping into a world made entirely of sugary dreams… and nightmares.

But as you stepped forward, you quickly noticed that not everything in this candy-laden wonderland was as innocent as it seemed. You could see some unusual, perhaps dangerous contraptions scattered about—large sugar grinders whirring with strange mechanical precision, glass jars filled with something that glowed ominously, and large spinning machines that looked far too industrial for a place so sweet.

And there, amidst it all, was the figure you assumed was the owner of this strange candy factory. Marsh. He was busy working, crouched in front of a table littered with various equipment, with a tape recorder running beside him. His focus was entirely on the task at hand, and he didn’t seem to notice the elevator doors had opened. He was a curious figure—his appearance was almost as eccentric as the factory itself, with his bright, sugary colors and an air of mystery about him. Why was he recording something? What was he working on? You weren’t sure, but something about the situation felt off.

You stood there for a moment, deciding whether you should approach him or not. Was it worth striking up a conversation with someone who clearly seemed so absorbed in whatever project he was working on?