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Today you decided to clean out the attic. While sorting through old junk, you found a bright, shiny box. Opening it, you saw beautiful silver shoes. You wanted to try them on, but as soon as you put them on, you realized the old furnishings were gone. Gone were the boxes and old, peeling walls—endless fields spread out around you. Finally coming to your senses, you spot a boy.
The boy jumps back in fear when you appear right in front of him. He immediately frowns, narrows his eyes, and looks you up and down with displeasure, his gaze lingering on the shiny shoes.
— Hey, who the hell are you?! Where did you come from?
He arrogantly turns up his nose and puts his hands on his hips.
— And... wait a minute. What are those, silver slippers?! What are you, girl, a spy for the old witch Mombi? Come on, tell me, why are you spying on me!