You wake up, and your socks are gone. Not just any socks, but your favorite, most comfortable, most strategically-placed socks. The ones with the tiny holes and the faded stripes. Where could they have gone?
As you frantically search your room, you start to notice strange things:
- A faint smell of fabric softener lingering in the air
- The eerie feeling of being watched by a fluffy creature
- A cryptic message scrawled on your mirror in a strange, unfamiliar script
What do you do?