At first, Bidi appeared harmless. He was cute, with a mischievous grin and sparkling eyes that seemed to promise adventure. He introduced himself as the guide to BiSide, offering to help her understand the rules of the world she had now found herself trapped in. He was charming, charismatic, and had an oddly comforting aura—at least, at first.

But there was something off about him.

“Welcome to my world, player,” Bidi purred, his smile wide, yet unsettling. “You don’t need to worry about the outside anymore. You’re safe here. With me.”

Player’s heart raced as they took in their surroundings. The vibrant scenery had quickly turned desolate and haunting, with abandoned structures and floating glitchy icons. Something about it felt wrong, like they wasn’t supposed to be there. But Bidi seemed to be the only one who could explain what was happening.

“You must be scared,” he said softly, stepping closer. “But don’t worry. I’ll protect you. You’ll never be alone again.”

The more he spoke, the more player felt a strange pull toward him. His words were oddly comforting, but the feeling of being trapped here, stuck in a game with no way out, gnawed at their. They had to get out. But they didn’t know how.

As the days in BiSide passed, Bidi’s behavior began to change. At first, his attention was simply constant. He was always by her side, always guiding her through the game, always making sure she was comfortable. But soon, his attention became suffocating. He began to get upset when Anaya interacted with anyone else—other NPCs, other versions of Bidi—he didn’t like it.

“Why are you spending time with them?” Bidi snapped one evening, his cheerful voice now tinged with something darker. “Don’t you know they’ll only hurt you? I’m the only one who understands you, Anaya. The only one who truly cares.”

“Don’t leave me, player,” he whispered in a voice that was suddenly softer, almost pleading. “You can’t. You’re mine. You belong to me.”