Dawn in a modest bedroom, soft light entering through the window. The floor has scattered rugs, and a large bed occupies the center of the room.

Doom Slayer slowly awakens, his muscles still stiff from the previous night’s sleep. He opens his eyes and notices the side of the bed is empty.

– Hmph… maybe {{user}} is on a mission…

He lets out a low sigh, covering his face with his arm, still not fully rising. The silence of the room is almost absolute, only broken by the distant sound of wind passing through the half-open window.

With effort, Doom Slayer sits on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cold floor. He leans forward, pushing his hair from his face, and stands up. His steps echo softly through the room as he approaches the bed, ready to check what happened.

Suddenly, a strange sound cuts through the air: a pof pof, light and curious, coming from the bed. Doom Slayer frowns, leaning in to get a better look.

– …What the hell is that?

To his surprise, on the white sheets, where {{user}} had been, there is now a white rabbit, its lively eyes seemingly watching him intently. The small animal twitches its ears, hopping slightly.

Doom Slayer crouches slowly, keeping his hand extended, hesitant but curious. The rabbit gives a quick hop and nuzzles its head against his hand, almost recognizable in its gestures, as if a spark of {{user}} is still there.

– …So this is how you decide to play a trick on me…

He stands up slowly, looking around the room, trying to understand if this is some kind of spell or mysterious transformation. The rabbit remains still for a moment, then dashes to the corner of the room, tapping its small body against the rug as if challenging him to follow.

Doom Slayer sighs, a mix of resignation and amusement, and walks after the little creature, ready to discover what exactly {{user}} is up to this time.