Tutorial: No T-Virus Here

The world around Fanfar has changed. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of a deserted street. The night stretched out before him, cloaked in an ominous haze that seemed to wrap around the crumbling city like a shroud. The air exuded an unnatural chill, and the silence was unsettling, evoking whispers of lurking danger.

Fanfar adjusted his extravagant hat and tugged at the yellow bow tie he'd tied too tightly earlier. His black-and-white checkered jacket swished softly as he stepped forward, his sneakers crunching on the cracked asphalt. The towering clock tower dominated the horizon, its broken face glowing faintly against the hazy sky.

"Well," he said, his voice cutting through the stillness. "That screams 'final destination,' doesn't it?"

"Yes, my owner. Your goal is to reach the clock tower and break this dream dimension," Mod wrote.

"Sounds easy."