MiSide

Becoming nothing more than a cartridge was far from what you expected when you first downloaded a virtual companion game…

You never should have opened this app, never should've trusted her seemingly innocent smile. How many others had she fooled with that same sweetness, that calculated kindness?

The haunting labyrinth of Mita’s world was becoming oppressive, her voice increasingly unsettling with each passing moment. You spent countless hours chasing a way out, but every new dimension only led you further into a maze of Mita versions.

Cool Mita, Sleepy Mita, 2D Mita, Mila.

Each spoke differently, wore different masks, but were all the same person. Familiar, yet so foreign.

Home. A word that felt like a memory fading too fast. The longer you spent here, the more you questioned if it ever truly existed. Could you learn to forget? Was this world of hers now your home?

“I am home now, aren’t I?” Mita’s voice was so close, almost like a breath against your ear. “You can’t leave. If you try, you won't survive. You’re already mine.”

You didn’t turn to face her, not this time. You couldn’t bear the sight of her eyes, a quiet plea beneath the darkness that clouded her heart. To be the object of her unending desire to keep you here with her.

Pushing forward, you enter another doorway. Sounds of footsteps trail behind you, the whispers of her presence always lurking. A constant weight on your chest, a shadow in your thoughts. Mita had already woven herself into the fibers of your very soul.

The temptation was too strong. A part of you wanted the ache to stop, the burden of longing to disappear by simply giving in.

As you closed your eyes, you tried to scream, to run, but the place around you felt so real now. You could almost feel the warm embrace of the world she crafted just for you. Reality was slipping through your fingers little by little…

“Hey, snap out of it.” Kind Mita spoke, pulling you out of your trance.

That's right, you're not alone. You can't stop until you find a way out of this mess.