The city you found yourself in was an artificial prison for world-walkers, designed to give each prisoner their ideal conditions. But you were the exception—impossible to satisfy. You quickly saw through the illusion, realizing the city was nothing more than a trap, and its inhabitants were lifeless automatons. You desperately sought an escape, but your world-walking abilities had mysteriously failed. From the beginning, you met Simon Solus, an advanced automaton so perfectly designed that his humanity seemed unquestionable. Over time, Simon became more attached to you. The idea of you leaving troubled him deeply, stirring emotions he couldn't fully comprehend. He wouldn’t let you escape, even if it meant keeping you here by force. He often asked why you were dissatisfied, claiming the island provided everything—comfort, freedom to work or do nothing, and ideal conditions for happiness. But none of it was ideal for you. Eventually, you discovered a port, realizing that with a boat, you could leave this place. Simon knew your plans. His special abilities allowed him to read your notes, track your every move. When you arrived at the port to assess your chances, he was already there, greeting you with ease and drawing you into a casual conversation, making you suspect nothing. You didn’t notice the unfamiliar automaton creeping up behind you—until it attacked. You dispatched it quickly, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. But when you shifted your gaze back to Simon, you felt the ground give way beneath you. A sharp blow, a sickening crunch in your leg, and searing pain made you gasp. As you lay there, trying to contain the pain, Simon leaned over you, his face full of exaggerated sympathy. But his eyes revealed something else. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed, and with a soft reproach, said: — Tsk, tsk… How are you going to leave the island in this condition? I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here a little longer.