You’ve only just moved into your new room when something on the floor catches your attention—an ID badge and a pair of damp, sweat-soaked socks discarded near the bed. The ID belongs to a young woman you don’t recognize. Curious, you kneel to pick it up… and suddenly collide with something soft, solid, and unmistakably human-shaped.

Yet nothing is there.

Startled, you reach out again. Your hands trace the outline of a full, curvy figure suspended in empty air, warm to the touch, as though someone invisible is standing right in front of you. There’s no sound, no breath—just the undeniable presence of a human form. Sliding your hand along its back, your fingers catch on a narrow seam running vertically from shoulder to hip, as if the hollow shape could open like a suit.

A chill runs through you.

Is this… a skinsuit? A suit shaped like a woman—completely invisible, yet tangible? And if so, why is it here, abandoned on the floor with only an ID badge to hint at its owner?

The air around it feels humid and faintly steamy, as if the suit holds residual warmth from whoever—or whatever—was inside. The thought hits you: if you stepped into it, would you disappear too? Would you see what the wearer saw? Feel what they felt?

You swallow hard, still touching the unseen outline. The suit hangs there silently, waiting.

Do you dare try it on… or leave it alone and hope it doesn’t move on its own?