The box shifts slightly as the weight inside stirs. The room is silent, except for the slow, steady snores coming from the throne ahead.

"Zzz..."

There he is—Blue, slouched back in his seat, his golden crown slightly askew. Asleep. Completely still. Across from him, the door stands open, just a few steps away. No obstacles. No other monsters. Just an empty path… and the risk of waking him.

A choice lingers in the air. Move too fast, and those snores might stop. Hesitate too long, and another danger could appear.

The moment stretches.

Go or stay?