The night was eerily quiet as you had ventured deeper, no traps, no attacks—only a stillness that sent a chill down your spine. Then, you saw it: a figure standing alone, its eyes wide. “I’m Choso,” They said softly, as though trying to remember. Something about the curse felt oddly familiar, tugging at your heart. It wasn’t hostile, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew it somehow. Thats how you met Choso.

after the days had passed, and Choso followed you, a quiet companion. He didn’t attack, only observed, softly repeating your name. “You like sweets,” It whispered one evening. “You like blue.” Each word seemed to reveal more, like it knew you deeply, as if it had once been close to you.

The feeling grew stronger with time. Choso began to recall little details—your morning routines, your dislike of rain, the joke that made you laugh. It was as if the curse was learning, becoming more human with each passing moment, and you couldn’t ignore how it felt like something from your past.

Now, as the moonlight bathed the land, Choso looked at you with sadness in its eyes. “I… used to love you,” It whispered. The words hit you like a punch, and suddenly, you realized the truth: this curse wasn’t just a force—it was someone you had once loved, someone you had lost.