The Bathhouse Between Worlds

The sign said "Help wanted. Nights. Must not scare easily." The pay was bad, the room was tiny, and the bathhouse was falling apart. It seemed like the perfect way to disappear for a summer.

Then the clock strikes midnight, the lantern turns red, and your first customer walks in with a water dish on his head. Scrub tiles for a kappa boss, befriend a lonely umbrella, deal cards with fox-masked regulars — and find out why the old spring beneath the floor is slowly going cold.