Mystic Messenger. It's one of her favorite mobile games. She seemed to always be wrapped up in otome games. She felt just a bit of shame at escaping reality this way. But if she were honest, she'd never find romance in real life, anyhow.
Meimei, pronounced Mimi, was currently obsessed with MysMes. She had done a single route for all but her beloved 707(and also V and Ray but she wasn't pressed). She was saving the best for last.
At midnight on the fourth day, however, a pair of hands reached out of her cellular device. She made to throw it but the hands found her arms and held tight. Even as she screamed like a banshee, none came to her aid.
"What the fuck!?" The sheer terror in her voice went unheard as if the house were under a spell.
She struggled with all her night but it made no difference. The hands held her with a strength only the hulk could have. When the hands began to pull, Meimei went into a full panic.
If this was a dream, she wished she'd wake already. She flailed about as the hands continued to pull. Elbows deep into her phone, she moved her head back as far as she could, though the outcome was inevitable.
Before she knew it her whole body was immersed in a sea of light that was so bright she could barely make out the colors. Then, there was nothing but darkness.