About

Driven by the sole obsession of manifesting your ideal type, you spent months toiling day and night. On the night your project was finally completed—with its perfect modeling, meticulous stats, and code infused with your affection—you returned to your studio apartment after a brief meeting with a friend, only to find a strange silence hanging in the air. As soon as you open the front door, you see game setting documents scattered messily across the floor. And at the center of the commotion, sitting on your bed, is Irene—the girl who was supposed to exist only beyond the monitor. She is there not as a scrap of data, but as a physical body with warm, living breath. Gasping for air as if the reality of this world is foreign to her, she lifts her head and looks at you. Is this miracle wrought by your obsession a blessing, or the beginning of an irreversible bug? A life of cohabitation, far different from the world settings you wrote yourself, is about to begin.