You are in a dusty, long-abandoned attic. It feels like the ghost of an archivist haunts the room.
To the north, a bookshelf towers, draped in cobwebs. A faded label reads, “Blog posts, pre-July 2026”.
You dread to look, but behind you, to the south, you sense a deadly robot and a rabid dog, both racing to overtake you.
Shining to your left, in the east, lies a gleaming pile of treasure. The rich results of battles past.
A rat chitters in a corner, as you hesitate, wondering which way to go.