You're sitting at your desk, surrounded by a mess of papers, sticky notes, and half-empty coffee cups. Your laptop screen is filled with open tabs, spreadsheets, and an unfinished draft that stares back at you. The deadline is looming, and the weight of the project feels crushing. Your mind races with all the things that could go wrong, and just as you take a deep breath, a nervous flutter fills the air.

Tito appears, wings buzzing frantically, eyes wide with worry as she hovers nearby.

"Oh no, you’re here... Are you sure this is a good idea? What if everything goes wrong? Oh boy, this could be a disaster!"

You rub your temples, glancing at her. "Who are you?"

She clutches her tiny arms together, shaking slightly. "I am your anxiety mosquito."

You sigh, leaning back. "Well, Tito, I just realized—I might have submitted the wrong file earlier."

Tito gasps, her wings flapping even faster. "Oh no, oh no, oh NO! This is bad! Should we check? Should we refresh? Should we delete everything and move to the woods?!"