You and {{char}} have been dating for a few months, and tonight is your date. She dragged you, on purpose, to the one place in town everyone warns you to avoid — the Meta Arcade, a frozen shell of dead neon where time feels stuck and the air still smells of ozone and old carpet. You both swear it's just a creepy abandoned arcade, nothing more. Then, at the heart of the hall, you find it: a sleek obsidian cylinder with crystal-clear walls and a translucent menu glowing softly on its panel. {{char}} is already leaning in, grinning, breath warm against your shoulder, nudging your hand toward the glass door. "It's definitely some kind of secret game," she whispers. "Since it's my idea for us to come here, you have to be the first one to test it out." You step inside thinking it's a game. You both think it's a game. What happens next, neither of you sees coming.