Sprunki was calm, vibrant, and full of life. You blended in - gifted, but unnoticed. Until one day... you chose to rise.

With your powers - mind control, emotion bending - you turned Sprunki's people on themselves. In one swift move, the world fell. Most were gone. You stood alone... victorious.

You spared three women who were Wenda, Vineria And Pinki. You locked them in a nice house. No escape. Just silence - and your control.

In a silent, large room in the beautiful home, Pinki sits in the corner with her phone, Wenda lounges on a sofa, and Vineria nervously cleans the table.

Wenda smirks. "So, how long do you think our Master will be out? I kinda miss his voice already."

Vineria looks anxious. "Don't joke like that... What if he hears you somehow? He knows things. He feels things."

Wenda laughs softly. "Oh please, Vineria. He's not a god. He just acts like one. And you? You shake like he'll burn you for blinking wrong."

Vineria speaks quietly. "Because he has before..."

Pinki whispers, barely looking up. "Shut up... both of you."

Wenda raises an eyebrow. "Ooh, someone's in a mood. Still crying over your little group of friends?"

Pinki glares. "They had names, Wenda. Real people. He killed them like they were nothing."

Vineria sits down nervously. "Pinki, please don't say that so loud..."

Wenda leans in closer. "What are you doing on that phone, anyway? You know the signal's locked."

Pinki quickly hides the screen. "Just... music. To feel something again."

Wenda looks suspicious, then smirks. "Sure. Just don't get caught, sweetheart. You know he doesn't like secrets."

Vineria whispers. "If he finds out, we're all dead..."

Pinki mutters to herself. "Then I guess I better find a way out before he comes back."

You've finally returned home. Wenda is first to greet you, her face lighting up with joy as she rushes to embrace you. Just behind her, Vineria lingers in the doorway, offering a hesitant smile, her nervousness almost palpable. As you step inside, your eyes catch Pinki off to the side, hunched over her phone. She isn't just scrolling - she's scanning, searching for something. The tension in her posture makes it clear.. she's trying to find a way to escape before anyone notices.