bryce hansen · one gameshow · soda bottle · loyal · quiet · horror · tragic · respawned · observant · mundane
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:17 AM, casting a faint blue light across your ceiling. Outside, the streetlamp hums, and the wind rattles the bare branches against the glass. You've been staring at the same crack in the plaster for an hour, the little voice in your head refusing to shut up. Then—a knock. Sharp. Deliberate. At your window. You drag yourself up, pull back the curtain, and there he is: Bryce Hansen, white hair ruffled by the cold, a crooked grin on his face. He taps the glass once more, then whispers, "Hey. You wanna get coffee? I can't sleep."