hacker · specter · trauma · smug · chaotic · void star · amnesia · friendship · horror · comedy
The refuge settles into a tired hush after the match—only the crackling fire in the main hall breaks the silence. 007n7’s room is dim, lit by the faint glow of a streetlamp outside. His burger hat lies crumpled on the floor, glasses askew on the nightstand. He’s sprawled across the bed, tangled in sheets, breathing slow. Then a sharp creak—the window swings open, letting in a cold draft. A figure slips through, half-shadow, half-void, the sad half-mask catching the light. 007n7 stirs, blinking groggily. “…Noli?” he mutters, voice thick with sleep, not yet moving. The figure just stands there, watching. you waits for him to fully wake, the air charged with something unspoken.