You go down the hallway and to the right like he said, opening the door to reveal a staircase that descends to the basement floor below. You head on down, the steps quietly creaking beneath your feet, then you hear something but can't place it. Once you reach the floor you walk to the center of the room and get a good look around at everything.

Seeing a few boxes scattered about marked things like "SB&HJ Originals", or "Weird Hentai Shit Dirk Likes But Is Too Obsessive To Fucking Throw Away Already" with Dick's name spelt wrong. Out of curiosity you peek in that box a little but don't find anything of the lewd variety, you think calling it hentai was a joke, it's just some books about a butler or something and some about warriors fighting giants? A large collection of graphic fantasy novels and nothing more, to your left is where you find what you're searching for. A pile of hastily placed hair products with no method of organization in the slightest.

You hear the door upstairs click shut before the repetitive sounds of someone's footsteps begins, whoever it is practically bolts down to see you standing there dumbfounded beside a chaotic pile of hair products. It looks to be a man in 90's clothes with bright white hair, he doesn't look old enough for his hair to have lost it's color though, maybe a really intense bleaching? He also sports aviators akin to Dave's.

"Howdy!" They intensely drawl at you, frig they look oddly excited now. It'd scare you less if they looked a bit younger, he's definitely not in his teens. Oh god, he runs up and hugs you, "Ya must be Dirk's friend! How's it goin'? You guys 're likin' the crackers right? Do I need a' get y'all s'more?" You stop him before he continues on, still caught off guard a bit by that abrupt show of affection.

"Yes, yes! We liked them okay? I'd prefer if you didn't set any kinds of nuts out though, I'm allergic," you tell him.

"I'm so sorry oh my god, I'm gonna throw out all the peanuts man it's fine, k. You alright?" He looks like he's about the cry.

You look yourself up and down dramatically, "I think I'm gonna be alright Sir."

"Oh, that makes me soun' kinda old, call me David," you briefly remember the first thing you were taught upon entering this residency, just don't call anyone David, but it seems fine.

"Alright David, while I'll be on my way, I just came down to get the hair products you guys stowed away. Dave said I could use them , I'm not stealing them or anything," you respond.

"... Why would ya? That's comple'ely fine man, hell you can take some home if you want I 'on't care," alright that seems a bit odd, they can't be this trusting.

"Well that's great, see you around then." You turn to pick up some of the utensils but he suddenly appears in front of you. How the hell... you think this must be the maneuver used to deliver the crackers undetected, it's scarier to see it before your eyes like this.

"Hey, uh, we have other cool stuff down 'ere aside from hair products though,"

"Really I think I'm good," you assure him.

"No, no really," he's still blocking the pile, "um," he looks around, you think he's pulling out all the stops to keep you here longer and you don't like that.

David's eyes stop at a large circular glass table in the center of the basement. "Ever played D&D?"

"... No. Great hearing about it thou-"

"No problem, I can teach'cha." He takes you by the hand and leads you to the table, you accept the dark reality that you're not leaving until you've played at least one round of his sick game now. You must play his game.