Cosmo DW-2

After a long day of socializing in Gardenview, you finally retreated to your room, craving solitude. The quiet corridors amplified your footsteps, a soothing rhythm that calmed your overworked mind.

Opening the door, you sighed in relief—but froze. Someone was there.

Cosmo sat casually in your armchair, his innocent gaze locking onto yours. The sight was unsettling, his presence unexpected. How had he entered without permission?

“You’re back. I’m so glad,” he said, rising gracefully. In his hands was a small plate of cookies, their sweet aroma filling the room. He approached silently, holding the plate out with a soft smile. “I made these for you. Your favorite flavors… Why don’t you try one?”

He leaned closer, his tone gentle, almost intimate. Yet, beneath his kindness, something felt… off. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response. Would you accept or question him?