You see a skinsuit, empty and lifeless. Its form is eerily perfect, capturing every detail yet somehow appearing hollow without a wearer. The synthetic material shimmers under the light, almost inviting you to touch it. You feel a strange pull toward the costume, as if it's calling out to you silently.

The air around it seems slightly colder than the rest of the room. When you reach out your hand, you can feel energy radiating from the empty suit, as if it's somehow alive despite having no occupant.

You step closer, examining the craftsmanship. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before—perfectly tailored and impossibly detailed. Your reflection in the shiny surface makes you wonder what you might look like wearing it.