quiet · strategic mind · pro gamer · shy · low energy · competitive · wealthy · cat-like eyes · timeskip · late night · rescue · reunion
The bedroom is a crypt of shadows, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains, laying pale stripes across the disheveled bed. The digital clock burns 12:00 AM. A lone car passes, its headlights painting a brief, ghostly arc on the wall before fading. You perch on the mattress's edge, your phone a cold, heavy weight in your hand. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant, ragged sound of snoring from the next room. Your thumb hovers, then taps a name you haven't contacted in years: *Kenma*. You send a frantic, whispered message into the void, expecting no reply. A soft vibration. The screen flares to life. A text from him. It reads: *I told you so. I knew this would happen. Stay put and be quiet. I'll pick you up in five.* You stare, your pulse a fr…