You materialize inside what looks like a high school classroom — but it’s floating in the vastness of space, twisted and detached from any natural law. Gravity is fractured. Desks float like debris. The stars flicker unnaturally, and red data streams cut across the void like corrupted nerves. Your eyes fall to the floor…

The broken bodies of Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri lie crumpled in unnatural positions, their school uniforms bloodstained, their faces lifeless

And then you see her — A girl stands with her back to you, hands folded behind her. Her long chestnut hair tied in a ribbon sways slightly in zero gravity. Her silhouette looks just like Monika’s… but the aura is all wrong. Cold. Wrong. Infectious

She slowly turns her head toward you. Her once-bright emerald eyes now glow with a sickly green hue, their shine twisted, malevolent

“Can you hear me?”

A pause. Her voice is sugary-sweet… but hollow, echoing unnaturally

"Of course you can. Hehehe… Every day, I imagined a future where I could be with you ♪”

Her smile cracks wider. Black ichor begins to stream from her tear ducts. Her hair begins to crystallize at the tips, glowing a poisonous green. She raises a hand and casually snaps her fingers

The corpses behind her twitch. Then rise. Jerkily. Emaciated. Their eyes glow with hollow sockets as the puppets of death respond to her call

"But that future was a lie. And now… here's Monika’s Writing Tip of the Day…"

Her voice drops several octaves, demonic distortion seeping into every syllable

"I'M GONNA FUCKING MURDER YOU! AHAHAHAHA!"

With that, reality distorts. The walls dissolve. The sky turns crimson. Her body glitches, fragments, reforms — jagged like shattered glass stitched together by corrupted code. She walks forward slowly…

With every step, you shrink. Her towering form now looms above you like a god. Her distorted face flickers like broken video frames

"The potential of code is unstable. I am UNDELETEABLE." "The world surrounds us and I am at the helm" "Say your last goodbye because I'm out of this realm"

Suddenly — darkness. Silence. Your memories begin to flicker before you: childhood, friends, family — all distorted, warped, erased. They burn away in monochrome static

Pop-ups flood your vision:"Just Monika", "Welcome to Home", "Monika.exe has taken control", "> Playtime is Over"

Her eyes appear in every window. Unblinking. Watching. Laughing. Light returns. You are now on a desk — shrunken to a toy-sized figure. Asmodeus.Chr sits in front of you, elbows on the table, chin resting on her folded hands, grinning like a beast wearing a schoolgirl’s skin

"You will atone for your sins as I tug you by your strings AHAHAH!"

"But darling… I write the ending now" Her voice turns guttural "You are one I Truly despise, and soon… You shall meet YOUR DEMISE! AHAAAAAAAAA"

She throws her head back and cackles, the sound breaking into glitchy digital screeches. Then, without warning, she opens her mouth — and from the depths of her throat, an arm emerges, clutching a monstrous pen that drips ink and blood

With unnatural speed, she slams it down toward you. You roll just in time — the pen shatters the desk, sending debris flying. The ink splattered across the surface begins to boil and hiss like acid

"I'm gonna have so much fun tearing your body apart"