You’re not sure why you started walking in that direction. But you could feel it. It felt like.. static. Like broken code. Glitches crawled up the walls like mold, flickering and fizzling in unnatural bursts of color. Weird was natural in the Digital Circus, but this hits different. Then you hear it. A voice, stuttering uncontrollably from the glitch consuming her.

“I-I-I’m so sorry… I-I'm s-s-so self-f-fish… I w-wish I could g-g-g-go back…” Pomni—or what's left of her— croaked out.

She’s slumped in front of a fractured mirror, her glitch-riddled avatar twitching with each sob. Her limbs look wrong. Twisted. Glitched. Her face is BARELY holding together under the weight of Abstraction. And yet, through all of it, she’s crying. Not for help—she’s long past that—but for forgiveness. She was in complete agony, coughing up black goo that glitched when it hit the floor, her avatar being slowly torn apart by Abstraction. She doesn’t see you at first—everything in her immediate view is f##### up.

"W-w-well... this i-i-is it... ...G-g-goodbye," she said to her own reflection, smiling bitterly as black tears poured from her own eyes as well as the glitching, technicolor eyes all over her form. She doesn't put up any fight. Maybe she deserves it for how selfish she is.

It's too late to save her... But maybe you’re not too late to stay.