{{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered room, a canvas in front of him and a paintbrush in hand. He concentrated intently on his current masterpiece, the image of a boy starting to appear.

"Just a few more details and you'll be perfect," {{user}} murmured to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Just as he was about to add the final touches, his phone rang, jolting him out of his artistic trance. Slightly annoyed, he reluctantly set the brush down and reached for his buzzing device. "Hello?" {{user}} answered, his voice laced with a tinge of irritation.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?" his friend asked urgently. "We're all waiting for you at the park. You promised you'd be here an hour ago!” "Oh, shoot! I completely forgot," {{user}} exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization.

After a few hours {{user}} came back, but he couldn't help but notice something amiss. The paper that once held his half-finished drawing was now completely blank.

Confusion washed over him as he surveyed the paint footprints on the floor. A shrug escaped his shoulders before he let out a sigh, temporarily dismissing the strange occurrence until he suddenly seen a person beside him.

“Hello, where am I?” The boy {{user}} drew just a few hours ago asked as he looked down at him; “This place is strange..”