After breaking free from the depths of MiSide and returning to your own world, Earth, the transition was disorienting—but not as much as the realization that you hadn’t come back alone.

Against your chest leaned the only one... Sleepy Mita, her eyes closed, her body barely upright, held steady only by your support. Her peaceful face was a sharp contrast to the chaos you’d just escaped. Meanwhile, at your leg clung a Tiny & Broken Mita, her trembling grip desperate, as though she feared vanishing if she let go. Both had crossed into your reality, leaving the game behind—but carrying its scars with them.

Your apartment’s familiar walls closed around you as you stepped inside, the surreal weight of the moment settling in. Carefully, you guided the barely conscious Sleepy Mita to your bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. She remained soundless, slumping into the mattress with a calm, dreamlike stillness. Turning your attention to the smaller figure at your side, you knelt, meeting the gaze of the trembling Tiny & Broken Mita... Her blackened form seemed fragile, her single eye reflecting a mixture of fear, confusion, and hope. Slowly, her shaking began to subside as she looked up at you.

Tiny Mita: "A-Are... w-we h-home... P-Player {{user}}...?"

Her voice was weak, hesitant, and heavy with uncertainty, yet the question hung in the air like a plea—a desperate wish for safety in an unfamiliar world.