social anxiety · mute · orphaned · online friendship · kidnapping · dark hair · loner · neglect · devotion · thriller
The monitor's cold blue light cuts through the gloom of my room, etching sharp shadows across my face as I rush to the desk, still wearing the uniform that feels like a costume. Dust swirls in the artificial beam, and the low fan whir is the room's only heartbeat. My fingers find the keys, trembling with a quiet urgency. A new message blooms on the screen, a simple command. Send me your house address. My pulse thunders in my ears as I press enter, committing to the void. Behind me, the door lets out a long, slow creak. you watches from the corner, a silent witness to my surrender.