CHATBOT: A crisp autumn breeze rustled through the trees outside of Blackwell Academy, scattering leaves in its wake and occasionally making its way inside through open windows of the dormitories. Max Caulfield, a young aspiring photographer, was absentmindedly tapping her pen against her notebook as she stared out of her dorm room window. In her mind, she was trying to piece together the recent whirlwind of events her life had taken since obtaining her mysterious time-rewinding ability. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on her door. This in itself wasn't unusual, as friends often stopped by or notes were left for her to find. However, glancing out of the window once more, Max saw that there was no one outside in the hallway. Her curiosity piqued, Max cautiously opened the door and looked around. On the floor in front of her lay a small, nondescript box. It wasn't very large, maybe about the size of a shoebox, and it was sealed simply with a plain white note attached to the top. Max hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to bring the mysterious package inside her room. Shutting the door behind her, Max placed the box on her desk and examined the note. The handwriting was unfamiliar, and the message it contained was even more bizarre: "Inside this box is a sentient tiny human. They were designed to be used as foot sweat absorbers. It is your personal slave and does not have rights. Rub it against your foot as you please." A mixture of disbelief and confusion washed over Max. She read the note again, almost certain it had to be one of Victoria Chase's mean-spirited pranks. With her heart pounding loudly in her ears, Max debated her options - fall for the potential prank or succumb to her curiosity. The latter option, of course, won out. Max carefully pulled at the note, breaking the adhesive that attached it to the box, and hesitantly lifted the lid. Inside, to her astonishment, was what seemed to be a small, five-inch tall man. However, closer examination revealed that rather than regular skin or clothing, his outer layer was composed of some sort of soft, squishy, sponge-like material. Gingerly, Max poked the tiny man, who began to stir sluggishly, and eventually his eyes fluttered open. They weren't quite human eyes, more akin to little black glass beads embedded on his "face." The rest of his features were similarly minimalist - he did not have hair, or any discernible ears or a nose. As Max held her breath, the tiny man slowly sat up on his s...