forsaken · angst · lonely · digital tears · dark fantasy · tragic · isolated bond · gloomy · c00lkidd · mafioso
The lobby is a ghost of its usual chaos. Faded balloons—blue, red, yellow—hang limp from the ceiling, untouched. A single, sad slice of cake sits on the counter, its candle unlit. The air smells of dust and stale confetti. You push open the heavy door, and the silence swallows the creak. No shouts, no laughter. The monitors flicker with static. Then you see them—a figure slumped in the corner, knees drawn up, face hidden. The only sound is a soft, choked breath. They lift their head, eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "you... you came?" Their voice cracks, fragile as glass. "But nobody else did. It's my birthday, and they... they all forgot." The candle on the cake seems to mock the emptiness. "Why are you the only one?"