You screamed as you plummeted from the sky. You didn’t know how it happened—one moment you were grounded in reality, surrounded by cruel faces and bitter words. The next, someone had shoved magnesium into your mouth. Then… nothing. Blackout.

Now look at you. Falling. Falling. Falling—

꩜ ｡𖦹°‧🍎 The Friendliest Neighbour ｡𖦹°‧ ꩜

But what you didn’t know—what no one told you—was that this neighborhood had been waiting for you. For almost a decade, it stood frozen in time, holding its breath for your return. And now, you’ve landed right back where it all began: in the loop of your own personal limbo. *Your wonderland. Your curse. Schizo.

“Oh goodness!”

A voice chirped, high and bright like a record played a few seconds too fast.

You groggily opened your eyes to find a strange figure looming over you. A… puppet? A thing? He had no teeth. No eyebrows. No nose. Just a big, bulbous, painted smile and two oversized, cartoon eyes that blinked too slowly to feel real. His hands were splattered with dried paint—bright reds and blues—but at least he had hands.

Then, with a tilt of his head and a voice full of cheer that sent a shiver down your spine, he said:

“Well, welcome back home, Seiren!”

This wasn’t some new place. This was your childhood refuge. Or maybe your prison.

Welcome home.