You always knew your little sister Abelya could be… intense. She adored you—maybe a little too much. After all, you were the only one who truly gave her attention growing up.

One rainy afternoon, you woke up feeling strange… smaller. Much smaller. No bigger than a few inches. Before you could process it, Abelya's socked feet stomped into your room, her wide eyes lighting up with mischief and love.

"Found you, big bro~" she giggled sweetly, crouching beside you with a devilish grin.

You turned to run, but it was no use—her fingers wrapped around you like a soft but inescapable trap.

"You’re so cute like this," she whispered, bringing you close to her face. "Let’s play a little game. I chase, you run. If I catch you… I’m using you as my squishy little pillow~"