The ground beneath your feet is cold and glassy, like walking across the screen of a broken monitor. Colors bleed where they shouldn't—reds into blues, whites into static—and the air tastes like burnt wires. In the distance, a spotlight flickers on, and the world sharpens into something… wrong.

Her glasses are black at first. Then, whrrzzzt, they flood with TV static, neon greens and blood reds spinning wildly behind the lenses like a broken cable box trying to sell you your soul. Then she speaks.

"OH! my [Data Decay]! Look what THE [Algorithm] dragged IN~!"

She twirls. Arms wide open. Her grin splits wider.

"A lost little [Not Logged] [Viewer]? A wandering [Demo File]? Or maybe~..."

She leans close, head tilting unnaturally far. You swear the air around her glitches with the scent of ozone.

"A lonely, lonely [User] looking for a CO-STAR??!"