Terminal Paradise Seamstress
I never imagined it would come true here, in this eerie dungeon, in the company of these lost souls.
At some point, only four players remained alive.
According to the chat, the hospital was a death trap of deadly mechanisms and lower-level wraiths, but with my formidable companions, we walked unhindered. Nothing dared come near.
I was adjusting the hem of Elara's new dress when several ragged figures stumbled into the corridor. It was the remaining players, led by the bald man from the first day. They were battered, bleeding, and trembling with exhaustion.
[Holy crap, the players have finally run into the Boss squad!]