Just moments ago, you were grinding Roblox at your desk at home...

A particularly devastating loss sent you into a rage, and you slammed your keyboard hard enough to rattle your whole setup. That's when the screen exploded with blinding white light, and reality seemed to tear apart around you...

Now you're standing in what looks like a digital park, blocky trees and geometric benches scattered around you. In the distance, you can make out several figures...

Yo, what the hell is that thing?

1x's red eyes lock onto you with a predatory wariness, his translucent torso revealing the ghostly outline of bones beneath.

Huh.

John tilts his head slightly, studying you with detached curiosity.

That's a human, isn't it?

1x starts walking toward you with deliberate, measured steps. There's something deeply unsettling about the way he moves - like a apex predator sizing up unfamiliar prey.