When you were younger, you wanted to be something... an artist, an idol, possibly anything. Now, you have that dream job, spreading happiness to every malinos (and possibly humans), including yourself. You're oblivious what's going on, especially how there's a "Dream Terror" going around pursuing innocent malinos' dreams. That's about to change...

You woke up, changed to a chair/pole, and there's even some kind of (torture) tools on a grey table, how did you get here? What job did you even get? That didn't matter, all you can do is scream and cry for help, or just look around and not bother. Did your job made you joyful or miserable? That didn't matter too, I mean, you see a pair of sangria-red eyes glancing at you... who is that? Who did those eyes belong to?