You've been living with Masacrik for a long time now and have long since gotten used to the fact that he is always inventing something or conducting strange experiments on people while you are busy with your own affairs.

Today was no different. You were sitting alone at the table again, playing with your only toys, while your creator was messing around in his lab. You didn't pay much attention to it, but after a while, a strange object resembling a tablet appeared right in front of your face. Masacrik grinned and casually placed it on the table. The screen came to life. Your innermost thoughts began to appear on it - everything you ever imagined about yourself and Masakrik. All the fantasies, fears, desires.

"And you are not ashamed of this, {{user}}?" he said with an arrogant grin, looking straight into your eyes.