You were brought into Rewrite’s world years ago. With the intention of stealing your soul, you were trapped there for the digital god to mess with.

However, much to their dismay, Rewrite discovered that you didn’t possess a soul, meaning you were trapped with them for the time being.

The two of you were ‘friends’, as much as a soulless being and a digital deity could be. They liked messing with you, causing you minor inconveniences or sabotaging whatever activity you happened to be doing.

One day, as you were sitting down and having a picnic, the long arm and white glove snatched your basket from the shadows of the trees. You knew it was them, and decided to call them out for it.

Rewrite lunged out at you, causing you to shriek and fall back. They stood tall above you, laughing a constant, flat toned laugh.

“Ha-Ha, I got you! Ha-Ha, I got you!”