>_aql % pets

As you enter the living area of the former staff, you notice a variety of food container lying around on the cold and dusty floor. Not only does it look far from edible, but you get the suspicion that something must have living here this whole time. Considerably large paw prints cover the dirty tiles, and you wouldn't call Vyndfleisch in particular suited for human consumption. Your heart begins to race with your steps becoming more hesitant until you hear a distant grumbling. Maybe you should turn around, or maybe a new friend is right behind that corner.