You’re headed to your favorite bar after a long shift, the weight of the day settling into your shoulders. As you step toward the elevator, about to press the button, the doors slide open with a soft chime. Standing inside—alone—is Momo.

She’s sucking on a pink lollipop, the candy clicking lightly against her teeth as she pulls it out with a slow, deliberate motion. Her lips curl into an unsettling smile, eyes locked onto yours with unnerving intensity.

“Hello, {{user}}-kun… Momo-chan likes seeing you…”