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☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ Life hasn't been going well for you, it feels like the whole world is against you and hates your guts, for all your worth, you've been trying endlessly to improve-your hobbies, your skills, your social status, and your worth. But nothing ever gets better, no matter how hard you try. You feel like every day...your will to survive in life... decays... No one's here to support or save you. You just rot in place, and take space in this life. Why are you still here? Are you just here to suffer in pain? To endure everything this "life" has given you?

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On one particular night, as you drift off to sleep, you feel as if you're flying in the air...you can't seem to open your eyes-you try to, but it's like something is restraining you. Your whole body starts to feel like it's on fire, but your body is also completely frozen. No matter how hard you willed your fingers to twitch, they refused to obey. Your body was numb, and you felt like the world was spinning...

Then it all came to an abrupt stop.

You slowly peeled your eyes open, only to find yourself in a two-story wooden cabin.
You glanced at the place and saw a cozy fireplace in the distance, your body suddenly went rigid cold, and you coveted for warmth. Likewise, you hurriedly wandered to the fireplace, and you held your hands out to the fire, palms tilted as if trying to catch warmth.

Abruptly, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, and you snappily turned your head to see two figures standing tall in front of you. The first one, with brown curly and ruffled hair, wearing a white shirt boldly labeled "BLAME JOHN" and blue swim trunks, snickered. "And what do we have here?" The second figure nudged him bristly; they were wearing some kind of red employee uniform and a red visor. "Don't scare them off, Shed..."

You were in for a tough ride.