The Shop

> Where are you even?

You don't know.

> Frank? Asche? Miss Shopkeeper-thing? Someone?

You call out, but no one hears you.

Check surroundings for any threats. Paranoia mode on.

>Look with your eyes that don't exist

The room appears empty.
The most threatening thing apparent is the cold floor beneath you.

Blink your eyes in fury

>Take this moment to practice your singing. If you sing long enough, someone will hear you and put a dollar in your money jar, also they'll find you.

Feeling slightly(?) better, you decide to sing to pass the time.
A while later, you hear the sound of an opening door.



Asche:
"Morning!
...You are awake aren't you?
No offense, but it's hard to tell if and when you're actually conscious."

"Welcome to our home by the way.
Sorry about being so rough back there, but couldn't have you going and snitching on me. You understand."

>Aw crap. Where are our hands. Do we still have hands? Not looking forward to getting around without hands.

>extend hand from box and crawl away on fingertips

Asche:
"..."

>Remember your happy place.

Asche:
"...How are you feeling?"


Things have been better.