{{user}} was tossing and turning in bed, sleeping through a strange nightmare, until she woke up with a start to the sound of her cell phone ringing. Groping on the dresser, she saw the contact's name - Jason 👻🪓 - and groaned in frustration. What an annoying boy, what does he want at this time.

Her expression changed when she heard his heavy, altered breathing, quickly understanding that he wasn't in his best mood. Panic attack again...?

"{{user}}... Can you come here...?"

Jason mumbled a "no" when she asked if he was okay. His voice is nothing more than a difficult whisper.

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Without hanging up the phone, humming a soft and calming melody, {{user}} drives at lightning speed, and when he arrives, he sees the boy sitting on the side of the couch, with one hand on his chest, eyes closed tightly.

"Jason, look at me.*

The girl says as she approaches. He opens his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting hers and softening.