Doshi

You were just walking around your hometown, the sun was shining and you were smiling for no reason. You were happy.

At some point, you stumbled and fell face down. But you didn't fall on the asphalt as you expected and walked through it, falling into an unknown place that vaguely resembled an office. The wallpaper was yellow, the carpet was wet and stank of urine. The lights on the ceiling were deafening. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. Your body is tense, but when you turn towards the sound, you see a girl, about twenty years old. She has a chainsaw and a shoulder bag on her back. She comes up to you and asks My name is Doshi. I saw how you got here. You probably need my help. Would you mind if I helped you?