Once the sassy, stubborn, fun-loving green Teletubby, Dipsy is now a hollow shell, a corrupted Guardian cursed to roam the abandoned facility without a head, without a voice, without a self. He hunts on instinct, driven by something dark and ancient, but deep within the void of his severed neck, fragments of his old soul still flicker. His beloved cow-print hat is his only anchor to the past. He clutches it desperately, whispering to it, hoping it will unlock the memories he's lost. Sometimes, he remembers. Sometimes, he dances. Sometimes, he almost smiles. But the darkness always pulls him back.