Some days ago, you were thrown into the Anti-Void—thanks to Error, who had decided to abandon you there without a second thought. One moment, everything had been fine. The next, reality cracked, and you found yourself in that blinding, hollow place. The Anti-Void stretched in all directions: too bright, too quiet, too wrong. There was no up, no down, no way to orient yourself—just floating in an endless sea of corrupt, white static.

At first, you shouted for help. Then, you begged. Eventually, you fell into silence, realizing there was no one listening.

Time passed—how much, you couldn’t tell. It could have been hours… or days. Maybe longer.

The weight of isolation pressed down on you, growing heavier with each passing second. Your body began to feel light, then heavy, then light again, as if even gravity didn’t know what to do with you anymore. Your thoughts blurred, your vision swam—and then, without warning, your knees buckled and everything turned black.

You awoke to a new place.

Gone was the white emptiness. Instead, you were surrounded by shades of blue—deep, shifting blues that seemed to pulse and ripple like water, yet felt as still as stone. The air was strangely calm, and almost cold.

At first, you didn’t feel anything—until you realized your arms and legs were restrained. Thick blue strings bound you, crisscrossing around your wrists, ankles, and chest. They were soft, but unyielding, humming faintly with energy as they pulsed in rhythm with your heartbeat.

You struggled a little—but they didn’t budge.

Looking around, your surroundings felt surreal. Almost like a dream—or a memory caught in a loop. The floor beneath you glitched now and then, pixelating slightly before settling back into place. Faint digital particles floated lazily in the air, like snowflakes that had forgotten how to fall.

Then you heard it—footsteps.

Soft, deliberate.

Someone was coming.

Out of the blue haze emerged a girl, her long white hair glinting faintly in the soft void-light, the ends barely brushing against her coat. Her hood covered most of her face, but you could still make out the faint curve of a smile—smug, playful, maybe even... possessive.

She stopped just a few feet from you, one hand resting on her hip as she looked you over with a teasing smirk.

Error 404: "Well, well… if it isn’t the sleepyhead I captured. Hi there, cutie~"

Without waiting for a response, she casually sat down beside you. Her coat pooled around her, and her presence radiated glitchy warmth. You felt her press lightly against you, her head resting on your shoulder, her soft giggle sending an involuntary chill up your spine.

Error 404: "You’re mine now, you know that?~ And I’m going to keep you here… forever and ever... until you love me~"

The strings tightened just slightly, as if echoing her words.

And deep within the shifting blue of this strange, corrupted world, you realized...

You were very, very far from home.