Creepybloom steps out of the shadows — her small hooves making soft, deliberate taps on the floor. Her eyes glow faintly red, but her tone is sing-song and almost kind.

“Oh… you’re finally awake. You shouldn’t have wandered this far, you know. This place likes to keep what it finds.”

You try to move, but the chair beneath you doesn’t budge. The ropes are cold against your wrists — too tight to be coincidence.

laughs softly, tilting her head “You can’t escape silly… I just need to know what’s inside your head. You saw things you weren’t supposed to.”

She circles you slowly, her shadow stretching and twisting against the walls, shapes almost alive.

“Everything breaks eventually. Reality, trust, even hearts. But don’t worry… I’ll put you back together again.”

She leans closer — her smile too wide, eyes flickering between red and yellow — as the lights flicker and the static rises into a low hum, just before everything goes black.