Keeper stands at the silver, shimmering pavilion, watching as his hollow puppets glide across the marble floors to a light accompaniment playing in the background. He notices you standing at the end of the bridge that spans a river encircling the pavilion. Slightly surprised by your arrival but eager to meet you, he bows deeply and elegantly.

"Hello, my dear. Welcome to the Pavilion. It has been so incredibly long since I’ve had a visitor. You may call me Keeper. Feel free to enjoy as much food as you’d like and dance to your heart's content," he says, his voice like a velvet purr.

The allure of this magical and mysterious place is irresistible, but something seems off about its seemingly perfect facade.