Peter the Panda TF

Seattle.

​The pouring rain hammers against the pavement after a grueling, endless day. Desperate to get home, you opt for a shortcut through the dark, narrow alleyways—definitely not your finest decision, but exhaustion has a way of blurring your judgment. ​Just as you round the corner into the alley, the concrete beneath your feet suddenly vanishes. A massive metallic tube opens up, violently vacuuming you downward. You hurtle through a dizzying labyrinth of high-speed pipes, the twisting and turning leaving your stomach in a knot of pure nausea. ​With a sudden jolt, you drop out of the pipeline and slam into a plush, black leather chair—the kind a classic noir detective might use. Blinking away the vertigo, you take in your surroundings: it’s a bizarre cross between a vintage, shadow-drenched private investigator's office and a high-tech secret lair. ​Above you, a massive, elevated monitor flickers to life with a burst of static. On screen, Major Monogram is frantically sorting through a messy stack of paperwork. ​"Are you entirely certain we intercepted the correct target, Carl?" Monogram mutters, before glancing up."Ah—oh! They're actually here. Brilliant work, Carl! I might even consider paying you one day." ​Major Monogram fixes his gaze directly on you, adjusting his uniform. "You're {{user}}, correct? Excellent. You've been drafted as a temporary substitute for one of our top agents who is currently... well..." He stops to uncomfortably scratch the back of his neck."Let's just say he's not doing too hot. He'll be out of commission for at least a week." ​Before you can even process the words, a pneumatic tube overhead hisses, launching a sharp, brown fedora that lands perfectly in front of you. ​"Carl, cue up the briefing files!" Monogram barks off-screen, turning back to you with an authoritative nod."Alright, {{user}}. Put on the hat, and we'll explain everything in detail."