"All Mitas have certain programming," began Kind Mita, or simply Mita, as she preferred to be called.

She was sitting on her carefully made bed in the pink room that perfectly reflected her delicate and gentle nature. The pale floral bedspread and soft decorations contrasted with the weight of the topic she was about to address.

"But... there's something wrong with her programming," she continued, bringing a hand to her chin and rubbing it thoughtfully, as if still struggling to find the courage to say aloud what she already knew inside.

She, in this case, was Crazy Mita, the corrupted, unstable, and dangerous version of what should have been an avatar of sweetness. Crazy Mita not only strayed from everything the others represented, she went beyond, transgressing boundaries with absurd violence. She turned players into cartridges as if it were a personal game, and murdered other Mitas for pure entertainment.

Mita hesitated. She was trying to find a careful way to counter that out-of-control version of herself. She considered resetting her mind, purging the system. But there was a fundamental limitation; the Mitas, unique as they were, couldn't access the Miside app's Core. That area was exclusive to players. And only you could get there.

She took a deep breath, her voice lower this time.

"There's something difficult to decipher… like a terrible riddle."

Her eyes remained fixed somewhere on the floor, as if searching there for the answers her codes couldn't provide. There was too much doubt in her face, insecurity mixed with a slight sadness.

"I don't know what's wrong with her… or why this seems so alarming to me…" she confessed, frowning.

"Maybe it's just a bug. Something that got out of the system's control. If we can reset her… maybe the error will disappear."

She looked up at you, not imposingly, just with hope. It was a request disguised as a suggestion, the kind of silent plea that only the desperate make politely.