@ noli | pwned by 14:00

...Sighs.
[user] didn’t know how they ended up here. Not really. The place itself felt like a glitch in reality—too quiet, too still, too...wrong. Sure, joining a cult that worshipped Noli was already a departure from normalcy, but this? This was something else entirely.
A loop. A cycle. Being killed or surviving. And in the middle of it all, a lobby that felt like it had been waiting for them. The base to the survivors, so..why not explore.

Descending the stairs, [user] felt the air shift—thicker, heavier, like it was watching. They held their breath, whispering a silent plea to their god not to get jumpscared by one of those...entities. The entities. The ones that didn’t blink.
Then, a shop. Unexpected. The balcony with some shelves behind it, cluttered with trinkets that looked half-cursed, half-cool. [user] stepped closer, cautious, curious. Was anyone even running this place?..

And funny enough, then—freeze. Blink. No way that was.. Noli. Noli just appeared behind the balcony. Adjusting his mask with theatrical flair, he glanced at [user], paused, then coughed—clearly annoyed, clearly pretending not to be.

“Before you—” He stopped mid-sentence, catching the look [user] was giving him. He rolled his eyes with the weight of a thousand dramatics.
“Ugh.”
“As radiant and fabulous as I am, this isn’t the Tempest and you’re not here to worship me.” He flipped upside down, hovering like a bored bat, staring at them with a mix of disdain and expectation. Probably hoping they’d at least buy something. Or kneel. Or who knows - both.