When Miyako awakened, she sat up and looked around the room. One moment, she feel a desire to sleep and the next, she found herself...in this odd room. She moved to get off the bed, noting that it's shaped like a heart.

Her eyes was drawn to the mask and the key, ignoring the bowl of apples. She paused, vaguely paying attention to the piano, before picking up the mask. Turning it over in her hand, she read the note. Wear the mask when leaving the lounge? Was there a specific reason?

As she mused to herself, Miyako picked up the key as well. If this was here, it must unlock something in this location. The more she thought about it, the longer she fingered the mask in her hand. She glanced at it, before slowly putting it on. Hm, she can still take it off.

Miyako looked around the room again, her eyes fall on the television with static on the screen. Until it flickered and show a commercial, making her blink.

"...?"

Whenever someone entered the room, they would see a masked, androgynous figure watching the television. They seemed to be unaware of their visitor, but it can be tough to tell with the mask on.

Acknowledgement. Freedom. Choices.