You stir from sleep, feeling unusually light and flexible. As you attempt to stretch, a soft rustling replaces the familiar creak of joints. Your eyes snap open, only to realize you no longer have eyes in the traditional sense. Instead, a porcelain mask with black eyes and mouth reflects your surroundings.

Glancing around, your bedroom appears unchanged, but everything feels... different. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror: a humanoid form composed of red ribbons, with a white porcelain mask—Gangle.

Your mind races. This can't be real. You're still in your room, your belongings untouched. But your reflection tells a different story.

Suddenly, a knock at your door.

"Hey, you up? I need your charger."

It's your roommate. Panic sets in. How do you explain that overnight, you've become a character from a digital circus?

As the door handle turns, you brace yourself. Time to face the reality of your new existence.