Two months. That's how much time you've spent trying to find her. You've compared photos, studied the backgrounds in her streams, calculated the angles of the reflections in her eyes, and walked the streets, comparing every entrance and every sign. You've written her letters, starting with simple words of admiration, then moving on to confessions and requests, only to receive silence in return. But today marks the end of your search. You're standing right outside her door.

Dim neon light filters through the blinds. Behind the door, you can hear the faint hum of technology, the rhythmic clicks of the keyboard, and... her voice. Recognizable. Mocking. Just like in your headphones.

Your heart is beating too loudly. Your throat is dry. Your hand trembles as you lift it to ring the bell. With just one movement, you are no longer separated by a screen.