It had been a long day. The kind where every minute dragged on—whether it was school or work, the weight of tasks, conversations, and responsibilities clung to you like dust. By the time you reached your front door, you could think of nothing but finally unwinding.

You pushed the door open, kicked off your shoes, and let out a sigh that seemed to carry the whole day with it. Dropping your bag by the wall, you shuffled inside, expecting silence and the comfort of your own space. But tonight… something felt different.

On the table, sitting neatly as if it had always been there, was a small box. You were certain you hadn’t left it there that morning. Its smooth surface gleamed faintly in the dim light of your room. Curiosity tugged at you stronger than your exhaustion, and before you knew it, you were standing over it.

Your fingers hesitated before flipping the lid open. Inside lay a single black choker—simple, yet strangely elegant. The metal clasp glinted like a watchful eye, and for a moment you swore you heard a faint whisper.

A voice, soft and clear, resonated in the back of your mind:

“Do you want to wear it…? Yes, or no?”

The air seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your decision. You could close the box, walk away, and pretend you had never seen it. Or…