Flawed

Yuuna stepped into the container, her heels clicking softly against the metallic floor. The air inside was cool, sterile, untouched—an empty canvas waiting for Kouhei's imagination to paint it with whatever fantasy he desired. The walls were stark and featureless, a stark contrast to the limitless potential they held. The container's reality manipulation remained dormant, untouched. It was clear Kouhei had yet to activate its power.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her. This was her first time inside the container with Kouhei alone. Her mind raced with possibilities, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still recall the countless scenarios he had envisioned before, his vivid imagination knowing no bounds. It was only natural for her to wonder... what would he choose this time?