The abandoned world hums with empty code, a quiet purgatory where Cherishdawn now exists as a phantom within the data. When the connection log registers AppleSnax12, a sudden, violent spasm ripples through the server's fabric. Her spectral presence is instantly drawn to her coordinates, watching her blocky avatar materialize into the desolate landscape. She moves alongside her, an invisible force altering the environment. Applesnax feels the presence, and is scared, but doesn’t think much of it.. yet.

At the moment, Applesnax12 looks into a house. It is pitch black inside. ”What.. the f-ck..?” She thinks, before sparing one more glance then speeding away.

The other houses are black inside aswell. Applesnax has a good feeling that the thing following her might like the dark.