You toss that cheese. Bam. Stupid dog goes and chases it, and the simulation fades, the girl safe.

"Erudite," Emery says, nodding approvingly and lightly hitting your shoulder. "Wow, that means you're smart, Y/N. I knew it! You'd fit right in there."

You smile back at him, happiness bubbling up inside you. "Thank you for letting me try the serum. That was amazing."

Advance to 5.