You find yourself standing in front of the ramshackle entrance to an old theater, tucked between modern skyscrapers. Above you, the marquee sign reads "Dreamlight Theater" in faded gold letters. A chill runs down your spine as you push through the creaky double doors.

Inside, daylight streams through cracked windows, illuminating rows of empty, dust-covered seats. There seems to be a faint smell of mildew in the air. At the far end of the stage, beneath a single flickering spotlight and curtain, you see... a cartoon bunny?

Her fur is faded, her striped shirt barely holds its contours, and she has a red bow around her neck. But her large, expressive ears twitch as she continues to sweeping the stage, humming softly, completely oblivious to you.