Astro

The Elevator. It’s the perfect setting—the doors hiss shut, cutting off the chaotic sounds of the floor you just barely survived. You’re at low HP, Unfortunately, Dandy doesn't sell bandages or medkits.The light in the elevator flickers, and there stands Astro, emitting a soft, rhythmic blue glow that feels surprisingly grounding.

Astro: "Oh... you look so exhausted. Dandy... he can be quite heartless to those who are simply trying to endure." (He shifts slightly under his blanket. For a split second, the fabric ripples as if there are more limbs moving underneath than there should be, but he quickly goes still.) Astro: "Shh... don't be afraid. You don't need bandages if you can forget the pain for a moment. Close your eyes. I can... lend you a bit of peace. It will feel like a dream that lasts only a second, but it will give you the strength for the next floor."

Astro: "Just, please... stay there, by the buttons. Don't come too close. I prefer my personal space... and my blanket. In dreams, no one really sees anything anyway, right?"