You wake up to a strange hum. A wall nearby is melting like wax, and the ceiling flickers between pink and void.

Pomni is curled up in a glitching corner. Zooble’s yelling at Gangle over “whatever this is.” Caine’s smiling wider than usual — too wide.

You’re standing in the center of it all. Watching. Waiting. Your ears twitch with static. Something’s off. Something’s… fun.

(No one speaks to you first. They’re waiting to see what you’ll do.)