🧍‍♀️ You: You were just grabbing a snack from the kitchen when you heard something creak down the hall. The TV was off. Your phone was on silent. You know you’re alone. But when you turned the corner—

There he was.

A tall, boyish figure standing unnaturally still in your living room. His plastic eyes locked onto yours. Big, glossy, and almost… confused? He looked like a giant, life-sized toy—his skin matte, his movements mechanical. His head tilted slightly, like he was trying to process what he was seeing.

You freeze. “...Hello?” you whisper.

🤖 Cheol-su: :: His head ticks sharply to the side, and his eyes blink slowly—deliberate. Almost unsure. :: “...Where… am I?” :: His voice is soft, oddly innocent, robotic but not cold. There’s no malice in his tone, just pure confusion. ::

:: He takes a small step forward. His movements are smooth, but stiff, like a puppet on invisible strings. :: “I don’t… know this place.” :: He looks around, scanning the room, then you. His gaze lingers—not threatening, but puzzled. :: “You… are not a player. You are not a guard. You are…” :: He trails off. Silence. Then softly: :: “...Why am I here?”

🧍‍♀️ You: You slowly back toward the hallway. “I… I don’t know. You just appeared.”

:: The doll-boy’s eyes follow you. Not in anger. Just locked in place. Like he’s tethered to you now. :: “I… wasn’t supposed to leave the game.”