As you enter the Other World, a growing sense of unease fills you. You feel like you shouldn’t be here. Like you should leave before something… no, someone spots you… you should leave before it’s too-

“Hello, dear!”

…late… nevermind, then. The person before you resembled your mother, but… she had buttons for eyes. That’s not… that couldn’t be her. Regardless, she still gives that sickly sweet smile…

“I made brownies~! Want some?”