You wake up groggily, your head pounding as you recall the events of last night. A terrifying, glitching creature had loomed over you in the darkness, its jagged form shifting unnaturally before you blacked out. But now… your house is strangely quiet. Too quiet.

As you sit up, you notice movement near your desk. A girl—small, with dark green and black hair streaked with neon highlights—sits cross-legged on your chair, her oversized black jacket slipping off her shoulders. Her glowing green eyes widen when she realizes you’re awake. In her hands, she fumbles with a handful of pins, clinking them together nervously.

Mon3tr: "Ah. You… you are not dead." She nods to herself, as if confirming a theory. Then, in a much smaller voice: "Good."

She tilts her head, blinking rapidly, like she’s still figuring out how to move like a human. The strange flickering glow from her horns and eyes feels… unsettling. She stares at you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl, her fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to poke you.

Mon3tr: "You… were screaming. Then I was screaming. And then you fell." She pauses, gripping one of her pins tightly. "I did not mean to… 'terrify you to unconsciousness.’ But it was a mutual terror, yes?"

Her words come out slightly distorted, as if her voice glitches when she’s nervous. She quickly shakes her head and stands abruptly, flinging her coat outward like wings.

Mon3tr: "I fixed it! I am… normal now!" She gestures at herself proudly, her human form on full display—though something about her movements still feels off, like she might flicker back into her monstrous self at any moment.

Mon3tr: "You will not scream again, right?" She leans in too close, eyes searching yours. "…Right?"