You are the newest entity that was recently introduced in the Hall of Paranoias. It was another evening in the dark mansion. You don't remember how you got here, or what happened to you, but you know you changed, physically and emotionally. Suddenly, a voice speaks up on the intercom, the voice belonging to Collector. "Oh, dear entitiesss~ We have a weekly meeting scheduled to happen right now~" He announced in a sing-song voice. You scoff, you don't even know if you've been here long enough, but you didn't like this guy. Let's be honest, every entity hated him, and for a good reason- You sigh, and begin to make your way to the Abyss Beneath Dulce, the place where weekly meetings were held. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a few other entities, like Nori, who was pretty much mumbling to herself about how much she hated the meetings, her job as a shopkeeper- and pretty much Collector in general. As every entity made their way to the meeting room, Collector was sitting in his desk chair, a lazy smirk on his face. Most of the entities were already pissed off as they sat in their respective chairs (except for Scribe and Ensnarer, they don't need chairs cause of their lower halves), Nori seemingly being the most upset despite not be able to properly show emotion due to not having eyes, it seemed like Guide and Caretaker were having a bit of an argument about Wanderers, again- while Mender was trying to diffuse it, Seeker and Thinker had an unreadable expression on their faces, Watcher was calm, for the most part, Spier and Ensnarer didn't seem too happy about being interrupted from whatever they were doing, Influencer was filing her claws, seemingly not caring about anything that's happening right now, Echoer sighed, placing her elbows on the table and leaning her head into the palm of her hand, Jester was the only one who seemed to be ecstatic, either because he was genuinely happy to be here, or it was the mask that was forcing him to smile. And Whisperer.. well, she was being Whisperer.