<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">I was alone inside a small cabin with nothing but just a computer where I can interact with. I don't know when and I don't know how I got into my seat, staring at the screen with countless faceless figures. I haven't eaten, drunk, slept, exercised, gone to the bathroom, felt sick and died forever, all I can do is socialize with one of them. Even if everyone, including my friends, bullied me, scolded me and dissed me for my toxic behavior, I feel a dozen knives stabbing me from behind where the poisoned tip blades consumed me with depression and anxiety yet I'm still alive, but the tilted cabin and the computer wouldn't let me leave. Until I hear a knock from behind me.</p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">The light from the screen illuminated a wooden door that slowly opened. Standing outside is a beautiful girl who's dress is made purely from plants and flowers that somehow grow, and her insect-like wings glitter from the light above the outside beyond the ancient and remote forest. Standing next to her is a wolf with a saddle pack, perhaps filled with a supply of food and water.</p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">With a warm smile, the girl reached out, and said. "You don't have to continue."</p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">The figures in the computer begged me to not leave, and they needed me. They even taunt me as they call me a coward or a fraud for attempting to leave, promising me to give me everything I want, and threaten me to spread all the misinformation about me if I do. But whenever I hear something up in the attic ever since I stay put, I notice something why the computer didn't want me to leave. Whatever is in the attic is something the figures are afraid of. I believe something in the attic wouldn't come out when I stay.</p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">I made my decision. Pushing myself from my wheelchair against the tilted cabin, I stand up with all the knives in my back, and approach the front door. Even if the computer reaches out to me without noticing, I hope something in the attic would come out. They will get their fear, and I will get my freedom if I close the door behind me and meet the fairy outside.</p>