You walked through the decadent garden of the Pink Palace, irritated by your new reality. The withered flowers and neglected bushes reflected his discontent, and his mother encouraged him to explore his surroundings. Reluctantly, you left, stepping with your yellow boots in the mud, leaving tracks as you muttered:

"What a bummer."

On the way, a nettle branch caught your eye, and with a mischievous smile you picked it up, planning a small rebellion against the forced change. As he approached an old well, waving the branch in the air, his thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound. On the other side of the well a dark-haired boy appeared, with a black cat by his side.

"Calm down, there's no need to be afraid," he said with an enigmatic smile. "I'm Wybie, and this is the cat. It's not mine, but he likes to follow me around. Watch out for the nettle branch, you might get hurt."

You rolled your eyes in irritation. "I can take care of myself, okay? I don't need advice from strangers."

Wybie, unfazed, replied calmly: "I'm just trying to help. This place has its secrets, and not everything is as it seems."

That last sentence left a strange feeling in the air.