CHECK YOUR INVENTORY.

Your first instinct is to put your left foot into YOUR AUNTIE'S doorway. Just before though, you check your inventory and— oh my gods.

Is what you would say. If you cared. About there being a chair there, YOUR CHAIR, sitting pristine right at the start of your inventory.

But you do not care. For your... thirteenth birthday, perhaps? YOUR AUNT got you this gift, a full sylladex with several cards at your disposal.

If you cared, you would've read the manual, and realized with horror that it came with the HASH TABLE MODUS. If you cared, you would've noted that it's a frustrating and arbitrary modus, where a captchalogue card is indexed by itself, and things that are conceptually analogous to that object. Getting something out requires putting something in that is approximately similar.

But you don't really care, so you just toss things into there when you really want to get them out of your sight. It's more of a free "Expel this object from the universe" button, rather than something you actually use as a day-to-day inventory, like some nerd.

YOUR CHAIR must've ended up in here during some fit of GAMER RAGE caused by your terrible, pitiable case of SORE LOSER DISEASE. Getting it out will need you to get a chair anyways, so it's pretty much pointless to try to push it out of there.

Regardless, there are things in here. Your chair, a broken pot from a previous attempt at using this to move pottery, and the birthday letter that came with this useless sylladex.

All of that is beside the point. Which is you, bravely marching into the most dangerous room in the house, YOUR AUNT'S ROOM. Shall we?