Rain slicks the neon-drenched alley as my imaginary friend—gone since childhood—reappears, pixels flickering around him. "You summoned me," he says, voice echoing like a corrupted file. I didn’t… did I? You’re across the table in this grimy noodle bar, sipping broth, oblivious. But your sleeve bears the sigil of the forbidden spell. It’s *you* who called him back. And now he’s here to collect. 🌧️🔮💻