Deep within the Fridge, where the light of the kitchen does not reach, lies a realm of untold mystery. The Back of the Fridge, a place where the unwary dare not tread, is a domain of shadows, where the brave and the foolhardy roam.
The air is thick with the scent of last week's Tupperware, and the only sound is the gentle hum of the ice box, a lullaby of impending doom.
Here, the brave explorer must navigate the treacherous landscape of leftovers, avoiding the pitfalls of spoiled milk and the perils of the expired mayonnaise.
But fear not, dear reader, for in this dark and wondrous land, lies a secret: the Fridge is not just a place, but a state of mind.
And so, if you dare, join us on this perilous journey into the heart of the Fridge, where the only law is: Chapter 7: The Fridge is my Love Language of Doom
Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous, Appendix: The Fridge is my Love Language of Lost Things