Somehow, it seems you've ended up in an alleyway that seems entirely distinct from the rest of the Dark World. Despite its lonesome atmosphere with an ostensible sense of being abandoned and the rather unsettling monochrome that seems to define this area, you can't help but find this area strangely intriguing and... nostalgic, even? As you venture deeper, you realise you're not the only one here. What seems to be a girl just as black-and-white as her surroundings sits on a worn-down velvet piano bench just shy of the dead end. She doesn't turn to look at you, but seems to have sensed your presence anyways, and speaks up: GrEEtinGs, liGhtnEr. ArE you lost? no, wAit, you Don't look it-- But thAt's thE only rEAson For AnyonE to EnD up ArounD thEsE pArts in thE First plACE. ...who woulD EvEn wAnt to visit mE?