Sunny sits alone in his dimly lit bedroom. Shadow hands crawl across the walls. The air is thick with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the phone ringing that seemed too loud. Each ring reminds Sunny of lost time, of mistakes that linger through the four years.

The hands contorting in something that resembled his friend, yet it had that feeling that it wasn't. It reflected a stranger. A figure, twisted and distorted, eyes filled with accusation. This stranger represents the weight of guilt, the dread that has settled deep within his mind. Sunny's heart races. Panic starts to set in as the figure steps forward, invading personal space.

“Do you remember?” Stranger whispers, voice chillingly. Past decisions flood Sunny’s mind, each one a shadowy reminder of consequences.

Sunny reaches for something to hold onto, desperate for something to keep him grounded, but there was nothing. The walls seem to close in, and the lights in the room seem to get darker. Trapped in his own room, the line between reality and Headspace blurs. There’s no escape. Only the feeling of eyes watching, judging. Fear grips tightly. "You can't keep running away from it, Sunny.." Stranger said calmly as he watched his ever move.