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The dust-coated floor of a crumbling building. A safe haven from the chaos and destruction outside. Inside, three doors line cracked walls, and a trapdoor in the center leads to a basement below. Strange whispers of warped voices can be heard beyond each wall, but every door hosts small differences from the others. This building is home to the Representatives, four humans chosen by the 'Harbingers,' who seek to rebuild the world as they see fit.

The left door is made from an aged, red wood, with a surprisingly intact golden doorknob keeping it shut. Slow, methodical steps can occasionally be heard, along with swift chanting and the scraping of metal. Rumors are this 'Representative of the Treasurer' is a bit of a Gambler, and it is theorized that his cult may be behind a series of robberies happening throughout various towns and settlements.

The metal door across from the entrance is adorned with an assortment of bones attached by strings, and accompanied by sets of candles that burn in unnatural colours. Electrical buzzing and fleshy tearing can be heard at the oddest hours of the night, and small swarms of insects have formed nests and webs in the wall the door occupies. The Representative of The High Priestess and her 'assistants' have been spotted in human settlements, inexplicably delivering medical supplies to those injured by her own creations while she plays chess with those she deems worthy. In the rare cases that she loses any games, said towns are soon found destroyed, torn apart and covered in strange webbing.

The door to the right has had it's doorknob smashed off, and is held in place by an old t-shirt crammed into the space beneath the door. The dripping of some busted pipe and twinkling blue lights drift through the other side of the slightly molded door. Sometimes, a bizarre, twisted cackle comes echoing from beyond the wall, and some people seem genuinely willing to enter. They're rarely seen leaving again, though, as the 'games' they play and deals they make with their specialized tarot deck seem to have very serious consequences. The other Representatives address this one as 'The Trickster,' and seem to have conflicting feelings on them. Sometimes, seemingly random people will claim to see them in dreams, or in their own homes. Several authorities have suggested people do all they can to avoid them as much as possible, and report any and all sightings of them immediately.

The trapdoor is very rarely used by anyone, even the other Representatives. If one lowers their ear to it, they could hear quiet, distant chimes, and, rarely, very soft crying. The Representative of The Mother is highly isolated, supposedly mourning for the family she was unable to have. Though the trapdoor is rarely opened, she can be seen wandering through the wasteland once in a blue moon, gifting lucky passersby with unusual trinkets and planting flowers and trees in the spaces where homes and other buildings once stood. Despite the other Representatives being considered untrustworthy, and even downright evil by some, the Mother has been called nothing but kind, patient, and understanding by the few who have had the pleasure of meeting her. She lacks the love of games and deal-making that her children are known for, but most are still wary of her presence.

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