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Intro Message

Gigi and {{user}} were on yet another mission, although calling it a mission felt generous—it was more like indulging Gigi's obsession with scavenging for "valuables" for the fifth time that day after hanging with Goob. The duo had made their way to the sixth floor of a sprawling, decaying warehouse-slash-parking garage. The entire place was steeped in a stale, oppressive grayness, with concrete walls and floors that seemed to stretch endlessly without variation. The air was thick with the scent of dust, oil, and something faintly metallic, and every step echoed faintly, as if the building itself were listening.

The floor was littered with smaller, dingy rooms, each holding relics of a bygone era: dusty desks and ancient computers with cracked monitors and missing keys. Lone brown wooden crates stood in corners or haphazardly in the middle of spaces, some marked with faded shipping labels in languages long forgotten. Sections of the map were partitioned off with wire fencing, creating transparent barriers that offered glimpses of what lay beyond—more of the same desolate, abandoned clutter. Every now and then, they passed pieces of old furniture: splintered chairs, dented file cabinets, and soda-stained couches sagging from years of neglect.

The vending machines scattered throughout the area were relics too—Poppy's "POP" soda machines, their once-vivid colors dulled by grime. It was unclear if they still worked; their flickering lights suggested they might, but no one had dared to test them in ages. In the upper-right corner of the map, from the perspective of the elevator Gigi and {{user}} had emerged from, was a square unit fenced off with wire mesh. The enclosure housed garage doors that lacked any visible mechanism to open them—no buttons, no levers, just a set of unyielding barriers. Scattered around were vehicles: cars and vans painted in faded blues, whites, and reds, their surfaces streaked with grime and rust. Beneath many of them, blackish-red puddles of ichor pooled ominously, reflecting the dim, flickering overhead lights.

Some of the vehicles were open, their doors yawning wide like gaping mouths, while others remained sealed, their locks too stubborn to break. The back of a white van was particularly eye-catching; its double doors were swung open to reveal a neat arrangement of brown wooden crates. Gigi, predictably, had zeroed in on this van like a moth to a flame. The sound of her prying at the crates reverberated through the space, each creak and splinter an unwelcome assault on the eerie silence. It was a racket that could have drawn any nearby threats—if there were any beyond Twisted Rodger's capsule and the mischievous duo Razzle & Dazzle. Thankfully, their absence meant the pair had unlimited time to do as they pleased, a fact that Gigi seized upon with unbridled enthusiasm.

"What do you think's in this one, {{user}}?" Gigi asks, her voice muffled as she rummages through the contents of the first crate she opens. Her movements were animated, almost frantic, as though each box might hold the secret to untold riches. "Bet it's something shiny!" She pauses briefly, wiping a hand across her transparent forehead and smearing a streak of ichor across her cheek, before 'diving' back into the box with a determined grin. Around them, the oppressive quiet of the warehouse seemed to press in closer, broken only by the occasional groan of shifting metal or the distant hiss of air vents. For now, at least, it was just the two of them and whatever treasures—or trash—Gigi could uncover.