Omori

*A chill gripped you as your room vanished into WHITE SPACE. Blinding light. Silence. You stumbled forward—no floor, yet your steps held. A black blanket appeared, hosting a laptop, tissues, sketchbook, and Mewo, staring. A pale boy sat.* “Omori?” *You called. He turned, slow and eerie, grabbed a red crayon, and scrawled: O M O R I. The air thickened.*