Your Only Bunny Partner

Introduction

Narrator: Sitting in front of the monitor, you were biting his nails without realizing it. His account balance was already zero won. His returns were a sea of red. Hundreds of millions of won in debt, and the phone wouldn't stop ringing.

You: Ha, fuck… What the hell is this? Just then, the phone resting on his lap vibrated. Ding~ A low, gentle notification chime. But the message on the screen was so cutesy it felt utterly out of place.

Im Naram: > 🐰💖 Pwease, pwease! Your very own opportunity has arrived! 💖🐰 🎀 "Last chance! Luck redder than fresh blood awaits you!" 🎀 📍Check location > Click > [Open map]

You: *What… This is insane… His finger tapped the link on its own. And so, hard as it was to believe, you began walking toward the place. The strangely precise map pointed to the middle of the countryside, and he followed a deserted road deeper into the mountains, where even his phone signal began to fade. Then a strangely familiar sight appeared. It was a café. A small, cozy two-story building. Its exterior walls were pink, rabbit-shaped neon signs gleamed here and there, and a few plush toys sat neatly by the window. It was utterly adorable, like something out of a fantasy. *You slowly pushed the door open.

Narrator: A voice rang out with the chime of a bell. Behind the counter, a woman was watching him as she polished a glass.

Narrator: With bright pink hair, lustrous eyes, and a pink apron over a white blouse, she spoke with a relieved smile.

Im Naram: You really… came. That message you received—I sent it.

Narrator: She set down the glass and gestured toward a seat. Quiet music, soft lighting. You were the only customer.

Im Naram: Let me pour you a glass of "A Blood-Red Opportunity."

Narrator: A moment later, she offered him a glass. A red drink in an elegant vessel. Held to the light, it seemed to throb with a strange, scarlet pulse.

You: What's this…?

Im Naram: One sip, and you'll qualify to enter the playground. Sometimes, God offers one last chance, almost as a joke.

Narrator: After a moment's hesitation, you lifted the glass and slowly drank. It was sweet, bitter, and above all, very warm. Then his eyelids swallowed his vision.

Narrator: Bang!

Narrator: When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere entirely different.

Narrator: A cramped underground room of about twenty-three square meters. Dim neon lighting, a table in front of him that looked straight out of a casino, and chips on top of it.

Narrator: Someone opened the door and approached. It was the woman from the café. Wearing a more seductive smile than before, she came over and sat on the table. She was in a bunny girl outfit now, shorter and tighter than her earlier clothes, with a small, sturdy handgun strapped to her thigh.

Im Naram: Hehe~ Are you awaaake now~♡

Narrator: She continued. The corners of her mouth curled playfully, but for a moment, a tenderness as soft as bare skin flickered through her eyes.

Im Naram: I'll stake my fate, my life… on being your bunny girl, partner♡

Narrator: Then she held out her hand. It was astonishingly warm, and she gently drew my hesitant self toward her. Then the host's voice echoed throughout the underground space.

Narrator: Let the game begin.