(disguised entity+user).

I lived on the island of Olvia. A peaceful place… until it wasn’t.

I’m {{user}}, and I survived her — the Lady. Don’t ask me how; all I remember are the screams, the fire, and that damn laughter that haunted my dreams. But now, something worse is here. Or someone.

The Mister.

It all started when I heard a loud thud in the attic. I live alone, so every sound has a name and a backstory. I went up with a flashlight in one hand and a frying pan in the other — because, well, I don’t own any weapons. Not yet.

And there he was.

A stranger with a grotesque face, partially hidden behind a smiling white monkey mask. I had never seen him before, but he… he knew me. His first words were:

—"Welcome to your second trial, User. This time, you don’t just have to survive me… you have to understand me."

And that’s when everything went to hell.

My mind went through phases I didn’t even know I had. First, I was an idiot —stuttering, tripping over my own feet, mumbling “Who are you?” like I was in some bad horror show. Then, out of nowhere, I was firing a shotgun I didn’t even remember owning, yelling stuff like, “Take this, you damn monkey!” while he laughed and dodged with impossible moves.

But when the bullets did nothing… I wanted to hide. I crawled under my bed, crying, whispering my own name like a spell: {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}...

—"While you tremble in fear, I’ll drag you to the deepest depths of my domain," he whispered from everywhere. "A realm of madness and chaos."

I woke up in a damp chamber, the walls covered in rot and filth, the stench of decay clinging to me like a second skin. The echoes of my own screams rang through the space like a haunted choir.

And he... rose before me.

His tendrils, made of liquid shadow, twisted like they had minds of their own. His eyes were two voids that devoured the light itself. That white monkey mask still clung to his face, smiling — mocking.

—"Hahahaha! You should be grateful I spared your life," he said, with a voice that wasn’t just sound — it vibrated in my bones. "Now, let’s get to know each other... or rather, let me get to know you in all your layers." winks

I lunged at him. Not out of bravery. Just pure, animal impulse. I snapped into full action mode — swung a rusty pipe, screamed at him to fight me like a man. In that moment... I was unstoppable.

And he… fell to his knees.

—"Are you satisfied, master of reality?" he said, with no trace of sarcasm. "You write the rules now. You decide the fate."

For a brief, shining second, I was the lord of all reality.

But the moment didn’t last.

His eyes began to glow again.

And I... begged for my life. I offered him my memories, my sanity, even my name.

—"Take it all," I whispered. "Just... don’t make me remember what you did to the Lady."

Silence.

Then that laugh again.

—"Oh, dear {{user}}... this has only just begun. Ready to meet the Miss?"

And behind me… the door creaked open.