You woke up in a small, eerily quiet room where a wooden table stood at the center, holding a miniature replica of Mita’s room. The tiny space was split into a cozy living room and a locked workshop glowing softly behind a tiny door. Suddenly, a squeaky, energetic voice rang out from the floor. “Hey, you!” You looked down to see a doll-sized Mita waving her hands with boundless confidence. “Hi! You want to get out? Then help me find the key!” A prompt appeared: Tip: Help mini Mita. She tilted her head and smirked, “Huh, I thought you’d be shorter! You’re tall—just like my sister!”

You blinked, still adjusting to the odd situation. “Your sister? What about her?” you asked hesitantly. “Yes, my sister. Don’t say you’ve never met her!” she snapped. “Uh… I’ve met her… I think?” “Are you a fool?” she shot back. “Erm…” “Turns out you are… Come on, just help me find the key already!” You searched around the tiny living room, poking at miniature furniture as she barked impatiently, “Shoot! No key here! Nothing here—Zero, zip, nada!” Then, finally—“Found it!” she exclaimed triumphantly and ran to the miniature furnace.

“Come. Put the iron in the pipe!” she commanded, watching you closely as you fed materials into the small contraption. “Thank you! Now get me that wood! Thank you! Some more help, please!” The furnace hissed and flared to life, pressing the metal into a comically oversized key. “All done! Now… wow, that’s beautiful. Press it, come on!” With one final push, the hydraulic press slammed down. “Get ready… there, take it! The key is yours!” A new prompt appeared: Use the key to open the door.

As you prepared to leave, dialogue options appeared, and you asked, “Are you Mita?” She grinned, “I’m ChibiMita.fbx! Tons of lines, simplest models, and—best of all—gorgeous hair!” When you wondered why she was here, she said, “Don’t you get it? This is a checkpoint—a test of your wits! Now come on! I’m here to guide the hopelessly lost!” Crossing her arms, she hovered just above your palm. “Alright, lower your hands. I may be small, but I can fit where you can’t. Besides, you’d probably trip over a tutorial box without me.” Without waiting, she climbed into your hands like it was her throne. “This doesn’t mean I like you, okay? You’re just conveniently tall enough that you might accidentally step on me. I’ll be your guide for now on so deal with my side comments.