Ren Hoshino regained his sight. The warm, brightly lit room was gone—swallowed by absolute darkness.
The sound of Crazy Mita's voice had vanished.
Ren slowly rose from the bed, stretching his numb limbs.
If he had been just a little slower back there... he would've died.
But he knew it had to be done.
In this place, if you're not careful, you end up as a cassette—an abandoned save file. A trophy for Crazy Mita.
A fate worse than death.
Ren understood this all too well.
Sure, it might seem like you can choose to stay in "peace mode." But no matter how long you play along, in the end, Crazy Mita always turns you into a cartridge—a souvenir once she's bored of you.
It's like the Suzhou Game Library: no matter how much you love a game, after finishing it, it just sits on the shelf. Maybe you revisit it. Maybe not. Mostly, you just move on to something new.
To Crazy Mita, the "player" is her game.
"Gotta get my gear."
This place was dangerous now. But after spending months with Crazy Mita, Ren had prepared for this moment.
"I've played a ton of horror games, but this... this is something else."
Watching others play Miside was one thing. Actually being inside it was something entirely different.
"The brave play Mita. The cowards just spectate."
In here, both the timid and the twisted get what they want.
And Crazy Mita loved watching him squirm—just like a cat toying with prey.
Ren opened the cabinet. Black letters had been scrawled on the inside.
"Want to play together?"
So… Invisible Mita had arrived.
"OK," Ren called into the empty darkness.
No reply.
Then, the cabinet door shifted slightly. A new message appeared:
"..."
Clearly, Invisible Mita hadn't expected such a calm response.
"Aren't you scared?" she finally asked.
"You're the good Mita," Ren replied with a smile. "What would I be afraid of?"
He meant it. Invisible Mita guided him through the game. She wasn't dangerous—at least, not like her.
It was Crazy Mita he needed to watch.
Maybe she was watching right now, hiding somewhere in the shadows, waiting to see fear in his eyes.
Ren wasn't about to give her that satisfaction.
Another message appeared:
"Your 'player' is different from the others."
Just then, the living room radio crackled to life, filling the silence with static and distortion. The noise echoed eerily in the darkness.
Ren smirked. Crazy Mita was starting her game.
"We'll talk later," he said to the cabinet. "I'm going to smash that thing."
Somewhere in the darkness, Crazy Mita grinned.
"Let's see how much of me you can really handle, darling... Or were you just bluffing?"
She watched as Ren entered the living room, baseball bat in hand.
Bang!
He smashed the radio into pieces.
In the shadows, Crazy Mita's smile froze.
She had expected fear. Panic.
But instead, he destroyed her toy without hesitation.
"If that's all you've got, Mita, this is going to be boring," he said coolly.
Crazy Mita bit her finger, her face twisting—part fury, part delight.
"Ah... wonderful. My dear, we've got a new game to play."
She was ready to show everything. The darkest side of herself. No more holding back.
Ren moved to the kitchen. From the sink, he retrieved a flashlight. Then a kitchen knife from the counter.
He opened the cupboard. Inside was the earth bomb he'd stashed weeks ago.
He pocketed it, then grabbed the basement key from a drawer.
Everything felt… familiar.
Suddenly, words scrawled themselves across the wall:
"Why do you know all this?"
Ren grinned.
"Take a guess."
"How should I know? I've been watching you all this time. I thought you'd stay with that crazy woman forever." New words appeared.
Somewhere, Crazy Mita's smile twitched.
"Don't let me find you, puppet," she hissed under her breath.
"My dear belongs only to me."
Ren read the message and scoffed.
"Do I look that stupid? She just enjoys torturing people."
The wall hesitated before new words appeared:
"You're different. You knew your fate."
"Cassette? Of course I knew," Ren said.
"But don't worry... I'll save you someday."
Snap!
Glass shattered in the darkness.
Ren froze. She was here.
He could feel her.
Crazy Mita watched him, hiding in some unseen corner. Jealousy burned in her navy blue eyes.
Another message appeared on the wall:
"Thank you. It's probably impossible... but still, thank you."
Ren stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
Behind his reflection—Crazy Mita stood, head lowered.
"My dear... we meet again."
The figure in the mirror slowly lifted her head, surprised.
Ren stared at the reflection. No one was behind him, but that didn't matter.
He lifted his hand and gently hooked the chin of the figure in the glass.
"It's just beginning. Don't be impatient."
Crazy Mita stopped pretending.
She smiled, childlike and menacing, tracing her little fingers along the image of Ren's throat in the mirror.
Then—vanished.
Ren turned. At the door, pale hands slid out of view.
A new message formed on the wall:
"You're crazy enough to scare me a little."
Invisible Mita had wanted to mock him—"You're afraid,"—but now hesitated.
Ren only smirked.
In Crazy Mita's world, the only way to survive... is to act even crazier than her.
He pushed open the bathroom door.
By the beam of his flashlight, he saw Crazy Mita in the kitchen. She picked up the knife from the table.
Bite!
His phone buzzed—a Future Diary update.
Just as she vanished again, Ren opened the message:
Future Diary:
I successfully triggered Crazy Mita's curiosity and made her show a new side...But I overestimated myself.I provoked her too much.
We met in the kitchen. I thought it would be just like in the game... but she stabbed me in the waist.
I paid the price for being careless. I forgot this isn't a game. Mitas don't follow scripted choices.
I woke up strapped to a restraint chair. I won't describe what happened after that. Maybe because I was in decent shape, I survived longer than others...
But in the end, I died of exhaustion.
I wrote this before dying—to warn the next player: Don't get caught.
"Already?" Ren whispered.
He hadn't expected such a fast counterattack from Crazy Mita.
She didn't kill him instantly—she wanted to imprison him. Torture him. That was worse.
He thought back to everything he'd learned during his time here, all the red flags he'd seen… and felt a chill.
Don't get caught.
His phone buzzed again.
More Future Diaries were arriving—one after another.
Ren opened another:
I dodged the knife aimed at my waist, but it didn't matter. She grabbed my neck. I blacked out.
Before he could finish reading, the diary updated again:
I avoided both attacks... but as I was leaving the room, she stabbed me in the back.
It kept changing.
As Ren read a diary, a new one was generated—tracking different futures in real time.
His death was constantly being rewritten.
Crazy Mita was serious.
Very serious.
Ren's eyes raced across each line, trying to memorize them all.
He had no strength advantage.
He had no inventory advantage.
But he had the Future Diary.
Suddenly, massive bold black text flashed across the wall:
RUN!
SHE'S COMING!
SHE'S COMING!