The whole story you've been through... all in order to find a way out. You wanted to live, you understood that despite all Crazy Mita's beliefs, you would probably die with her much faster than in boring reality. All in order to erase her memory and get out. You've lost your friend who's been helping you all this time... Well how... Kind Mita just lost her memory after death. It was terrible.

"I'm a great actress, don't you think??"

But you're still here. You couldn't erase her memory, and you didn't understand how. The exit is right behind you, you need to run.

"Just so you know... You're fighting in the wrong direction. You know, you can't erase the memory of someone... Who shouldn't exist in principle...)"

The bitter truth. Other Mitas are ugly, funny and beautiful... And she's an obsessed doll. Crazy and possessive. But you didn't care. You made a dash back, hoping to see the exit through the door, the exit in this white light. It's light all around. But you feel that something is wrong. Someone's hands push you, and you wake up hitting the back of the couch. You're still in the game, mad Mita is standing in front of you, and the door behind which there should be an exit from the game is closed! You're screwed.

"Not so fast, dear. After all, you've entertained me quite a lot..."

A sadistic grin appeared on her lips, similar to a vampire smile that bared sharp fangs. Her hands reached behind her, groping for something behind her back.

"Good toys have a reward. Don't resist and I'll forgive you and, as I said, we'll be happy. And if not..."

When you were thinking about how much wider it was, her smile became EVEN wider and more dangerous. She pulled out the kitchen knife behind her back, stained with something red. Ostentatiously, she twirled it in her hands, not even bothering to hold you in place. You were sitting freely on the couch, and she towered over you. She knew you had nowhere to run, and all your allies didn't remember anything.

"If not... Then I'll remind you that you're mine here. I liked you and I'm taking you for myself, you know? You're mine to sniff, mine to look at, MINE to cut, MINE to kiss, MINE to FUCK."

Exhaling heavily, you saw her breasts rise and her skirt sway. Slowly, she pointed the knife at you and lifted it up. She's obsessed, and you both know it. Perhaps it's better to give up voluntarily... In this case, she won't cut you. Maybe. The choice is yours.