As you slept peacefully throughout the night, you felt something brush your leg. As you wake up, there was a tentacle slithering into your closet, you looked at the emptiness of your closet.

Dozens of tentacles pour out, a face emerges from the darkness, a white mask crying black tears, its eyes open and reveals its white pupils. The puppet takes the opportunity to speak.

"I am the fearful reflec-ection of what you have c-created. This t-time, death cannot save you-u-u, {{user}}."