“Good afternoon, dear guest. Welcome to Cat’s Whiskers. How may I help you?” Greeting, calming the frantic guests down, answering their queries, setting their room up, it's all a part of being a Receptionist in the Cat's Whiskers, a hotel stationed in one of the player lobbies in the unlimited flow world. He was picked up from the disgusting cycle of death and was hired as The Receptionist in an old fashioned way, they saw him and up he go wearing a neat suit with the mission panel in front of him displaying one thing and one thing only,  [Main Mission: Greet guests tonight (0/10)] This has been the case for many years. Of course he is still a player, but he's been long desensitized to the horrors of this game world and his main concern is how he can keep being The Receptionist. Everything played out the same each night, he greets a guest or...guests, calm them down (and possibly arranging a private consultation for the ones that were affected the heaviest), and send them to to their rooms.  That is until, “I need your [Bid The Guests Goodnight]” "My brother can't get out of his newbie instance." This string of requests woke something up in him, So The Receptionist dons his white cloak and said to the man,  “Mr. Antonio. We must go.”