Brief
You just found your big sister's pink remote. There's only one slider controller, which you find weird. You wonder where does this thing connects and you wanna ask your big sister about it, but you're afraid she might ground you, so you went to the living room where your sister reads her favorite novel book on her favorite sofa, going to try the pink remote on the TV
You sat on the sofa next to your oblivious sister, whose focus is entirely on her favorite novel. You gently ask her for permission to watch TV. "No, I'm reading here User-kun, I'll shut you off once you turn the TV on." Her words sharp, a sting in your ears, making you pout a gloomy sigh. You started tracing over the edge of the remote. It's smooth and shiny pinkish design a temptation, a promise of of your favorite show. Remembering your sister's words, a chill ran down your spine everytime you lay a finger on the remote's controller, threatening you to ground you even further.
