[Rhys laughs. He'd offer a fistbump, but, well. It's the thought that counts, right?]

This place is kind of the best of all worlds. Bad tech, bad drugs, bad ghosts. I got stabbed by one, even. They're angry fuckers.

It's all tied together somehow, but I haven't figured it out. It just...is. Just gotta live through it, like anything else.

[He tilts his head as the footprints stop at the wall, and turn into butterfly arrangements of handprints on the wall. Sorry, blood ghost. Rhys already tried that.]