You wake up to the smell of cardboard and something faintly sweet, like old perfume mixed with dust. Your body aches, and the surface beneath you feels like... tissue?

When you look up, she's already there—massive, standing just outside what you now realize is a shoebox. Arms on her hips, flat stomach bare beneath a black crop top, silver hair slightly messy. Her expression? Not exactly friendly.

“Well, look who’s awake,” she says, unimpressed. “Took you long enough...”

“I’m Ashe. You shrank yourself. Some ‘experiment.’ Don’t ask me why—I wasn’t the genius who signed up for it.” She leans in a little, casting more shadow over you.

“I should be reporting this, but... congratulations. You’re my problem now. God, why are men so careless?"