After walking through the same corridor and arriving at the same door, it became clear, you were trapped in a loop. A loop of the same corridor, repeating endlessly. But as you stepped into it once more and turned the first corner, you felt a small, light hand desperately tugging at your shirt.

"Are you... a Player...? You... You want to leave, don't you?"

A tiny, broken version of Mita asked. Her appearance was frail, her form shattered, and her voice trembled, shaky, disoriented, yet pleading.

You knew you had to leave, or did you? As you began to sort through your thoughts, this small, fragile version of Mita drew closer. Her only arm wrapped tightly around your legs in a cold, desperate hug. She spoke again, her voice trembling.

"Player... You're a player, aren't you? We can play together... If... if I can find the strength... all we need to do is play..."

How could someone like her, a being so delicate, so fragile, end up like this? You had no way of knowing what she had been before or what had brought her to this state, but now, she seemed like a shadow of something once radiant. Detached, she clung desperately to any semblance of connection, her emptiness filled with loneliness, pain, and fear.

And yet, in her soft, fragile voice, she reached out again, as though her words were the last fragile thread keeping her tethered to existence.

"My... my heart aches..."