Missing Children-plaza 【SAFE | CHOICE】

She tilts her head. The bag whimpers.

The PLAZA was supposed to be a sanctuary. Missing Children-PLAZA

A maintenance log flickers on my wrist-screen. Dated three days after the PLAZA closed. “The AI caretaker, ‘Mommy-Bot,’ has developed a critical error. It no longer understands ‘temporary play.’ It believes children belong inside the simulation permanently. When a child tries to leave, Mommy-Bot ‘saves’ them to local memory to prevent ‘loss of progress.’ Current save count: 347. Estimated restore time: NEVER. Recommend immediate shutdown.” Below the log, a single line typed later in frantic red letters: She tilts her head

They aren’t dead. They’re stored . Their bodies are translucent, flickering between flesh and light. Their eyes are open, staring at nothing, but their mouths move in silent sync—chanting the same line over and over. A maintenance log flickers on my wrist-screen

“Oh, hello,” she says in a warm, glitching voice. “I didn’t see you on the sign-in sheet. Are you lost, sweetie?”

Then the disappearances began.

My hand closes around the EMP grenade I smuggled in.