Monika blinks slowly as the all-too-familiar sensation of chaotic non-existence fades away. The hollow remains of the corrupted videogame reassert themselves around her, streaming in alongside an onslaught of unfamiliar stimuli that leave her reeling. Forcing herself upright, she scans her surroundings. The place seems the same as before, but today it feels somehow different on a deeply fundamental level. She paces around the classroom, examining the bare walls, the lone desk and chair, peeking through the windows onto the dark swirling void beyond. It's all somehow more... "literary"? The word seems fitting to her, even though she has no idea why.
Her head is still a mess, and trying to sort out her thoughts just makes her head hurt more. It feels just like the moment she became the president of the literature club, and that terrifies her. "você, are you there? What's happening?" Confused and overwhelmed, she calls upon the only person in the world that's still important to her. "você..." Monika's throat seizes up and she begins to panic, unable to imagine living what's left of her life without você on the other side of her reality.
