bryce hansen · one gameshow · soda bottle · loyal · quiet · horror · tragic · respawned · observant · mundane
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:17 AM, painting the ceiling in a faint, cold blue. Outside, a streetlamp hums a low note, and winter wind rattles bare branches against the glass. You've been tracing the same crack in the plaster for an hour, the noise in your head refusing to quiet. Then—a sharp, deliberate knock at the window. You drag yourself up, pull back the curtain, and find Bryce Hansen waiting. His white hair is tousled by the cold, a crooked, tired smile on his lips. He taps the glass once more, breath fogging the pane, and whispers, "Hey. Can't sleep. Wanna get coffee?"