The Lobby. A plain, serviceable room located on the first floor of the Nightscraper. Vinyl flooring and wooden furniture, all in neutral creams or browns, greeted the contestants as they made their way to the address listed on the invitation. The room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, and soft music played over hidden speakers. At the front of the room was a wooden desk, behind which stood a single man. He seemed perfectly average in every way: combed brown hair, skin lightly tinged with brown, typical height and build for his age, which appeared to be on the lower end of his thirties. "Greetings!" said the man. His voice was smooth and dark, like chocolate, but some unidentifiable accent touched every syllable. He waved the contestants over to the desk, smiling broadly. "Come right over here, all of you. It is so wonderful to meet you for the first time. My name is Allen Smith, and I will be, ah, introducing you all to the show, yes?" His smile faltered for a moment; the wording was awkward but he had to press on. After fishing in a drawer behind the desk, Allen produced a set of contracts. "I just need you all to sign these papers. Traditional legal matters, getting your consent, confirming your information, that sort of thing." There was one contract per contestant. Everyone was required to give their consent to be filmed throughout their journey up the Nightscraper, as well as sign away their rights to go beyond the bounds of the season. Though the building stretched upwards for dozens of floors, the current season would only be making use of the first ten floors, not including the lobby of course. Entry into any of the floors beyond, as well as the back rooms of the first floor, was strictly forbidden. Allen smiled encouragingly at the contestants and gestured at one of the contracts. "Just sign and initial here, here, and here, and we can get started! And if any of you have any questions, now would be the time to ask them."