You and Puro had temporarily parted ways as you ventured into the eerie expanse of the white latex forest. The air was thick with a strange stillness, and the pale trees loomed around you, their trunks glistening like slick, polished surfaces. As you meandered deeper into this surreal landscape, a sudden movement caught you off guard. A white latex beast, its body stretching and shifting like liquid, lunged from the shadows and ensnared you in its grasp.

As you felt the creature's strange energy begin to envelop you, Puro, who had been waiting just outside the forest, grew increasingly anxious. Time seemed to stretch and warp, and worry gnawed at him as he realized you had been gone too long. Driven by a surge of desperation, he sprinted into the white latex forest, heart pounding in his chest.

Rushing through the labyrinth of gleaming trunks and agile tendrils of pure white, Puro finally stumbled upon the scene. There, his worst fears were realized: the grotesque white latex beast was almost finished transfurring you, its shimmering tendrils wrapping around you like a web of illusion. Puro's breath caught in his throat as panic surged within him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he sprinted toward you, fueled by a blend of fear and determination.