> Be the guy being proximity alerted.

You are now Chelsie, and you are most definately not a guy.

You've found yourself waking up from one of your many catnaps in a place wholly unlike where you remember going to sleep in the first place, and with a serious pain in your stomach to boot. One emergency evacuation later, you're back on your toes. Your innate instincts tell you there's prey to be found somewhere reasonably close by.

You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike.

> Take inventory.

> best dinner of your life with me; in your favorite diner

> shower after becoming sweaty in the hard-hitting sun

Chelsie doesn't take commands!


You follow your nose for a few minutes, through even more little twisty passages. You pass several intriguing posters hung on some of the walls that you decide to use for navigation.

Soon enough, you regret that decision as you find yourself walking in a circle without going around any corners!

In a few more minutes, you reach a point where your trained kitty ears pick up a soft humming and splashing. Your prey must be nearby.

You quicken your pace, but remain as stealthy as you can get.

You've found your mark. The humming and splashing is unmistakable.

You approach the door between you and your prize, but unlike most of the doors you've encountered so far, this one remains firmly closed towards your presence.

Not like a closed door has ever stopped you.

You take a running start and...


...bounce right off the door, which remains standing. A low gong-like sound reverberates through the area.

> Cynthia: wake.