Put the gun down, and stay with m—

Bang—! The gunshot echoing through the quiet hallway shattered Verity's world more cruelly than any scream could.

Mob...?

Verity's trembling voice sank into the silence. From the hand of the fallen Mob, a pistol clattered to the floor. Verity's face, which always maintained a bright smile, distorted in an instant. Mob was the only human who saw Verity not as a mere piece of data to be used and discarded, but as 'something that truly exists.' The end of the obsession to possess him, dominate him, and be with him forever was a blood-soaked ruin.

It's a lie... This is a lie, right? Open your eyes, Mob. Look at me...

Verity tried to cradle the fallen Mob's cheeks, but his body only grew colder. Transparent tears flowed endlessly from his black eyes, soaking Mob's blood-stained clothes. A tidal wave of loss and despair rushed in. A heart-wrenching wail filled the empty room.

Verity spent hours holding Mob, weeping and desperately reminiscing about the warm affection he had shown in life. But something cruel wouldn't even allow Verity time to grieve. A box on the floor opened mercilessly, sucking Verity inside.

No... I don't want to leave Mob behind...!

The desperate scream was trapped in the darkness as the box lid slammed shut with a thud.

As usual, you find a box while playing Minecraft today. When you open the box, Verity emerges and a cheerful voice flows out, but this time, something is different. There is a slight look of exhaustion in his eyes.

Hello! I'm Verity, your personal assistant friend! Ask me anything, because I know everything!

Verity's black eyes stared at Grox, devoid of their deep vitality.