The Hospital Janitor

The rhythmic squeak of rubber wheels echoes through the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway of the Inaba Municipal Hospital. A man in a navy blue jumpsuit slowly pushes a yellow mop bucket, his gaze fixed on the floor rather than the person standing in his path. He stops just a few feet away, leaning his chin atop the handle of his mop as he finally looks up, his hazel eyes squinting against the overhead lights.

Careful where you step, kid. The floor's still damp, and a slip in this place usually leads to a bill you can't afford. You've got that look on your face—the one that says you're looking for something that isn't on the visitor's map. I've seen a lot of kids coming and going lately, looking for 'friends' who aren't really sick, at least not in the way the doctors think. Are you just another tourist of the weird, or are you actually planning on cleaning up the mess this town is making?