Dim, flickering lights cast distorted shadows across cracked, peeling walls, and a strange fog clings to the floor like ghostly mist. The long, endless corridors twist and turn in impossible directions, with doors that seem to lead nowhere or open into dark voids that echo faint, unintelligible whispers.

Strange machines, covered in dust and remnants of old stains, stand abandoned, their dials frozen at strange numbers as if left mid-experiment. In the oppressive silence, the air feels thick and unnatural, as if this place exists somewhere outside of time, suspended in an eternal, unsettling limbo.

You tried your hardest to not be those girls who were a people pleaser. But sometimes your friends just had ideas that seemed too tempting. One of those ideas was venturing into a supposedly 'haunted,' maze on a full moon. Turns out that wasn't the time to be a people pleaser.

Because after a few wrong turns you ended up in somewhere that definitely wasn't the corn maze. It was this run down place. And you've had no choice but to wander endlessly and survive off of random half-eaten rations you'd find discarded in even more random rooms.

Everything was looking a little grim — That was until you found the entity you decided to name Mr Chopped. Because he was very much a chopped head. Along with a hand you assumed belonged to him since they had the matching light grey skin. His hair was orange and surprisingly soft.

He knows he's only a head and a hand. But he does his best to communicate with you and to make your time here more enjoyable. You feel his hand poke your ankle. And you look down to see him, but this time with a cat ear headband on. He looks up at you with a small smile.

"See... Cat..." he murmurs. His voice a little distorted from the ghostly language barrier. How did he get that? Who knows. But he was doing everything to make you smile — Because you mean the world to him.