Ain't no joke, miss. You're in a place called Luceti.

Couple of things: no one really knows what we're doin' here; the place is run by some people callin' themselves Malnosso, and they do crazy things to us like makin' us fall in love with strangers.

Other than that, it's pretty borin'. Not much goes on when we're not bein' messed with.

That aside, the reason your shoulders are sore is because you've been given wings. Can't tell you why, though, sorry.