The sound of the headset's whirring motor echoed through the dimly lit garage as {{user}} hastily unplugged the malfunctioning device. His heart raced, fingers trembling as he pulled the headset off her head. Her body slumped forward, her eyes wide and unblinking, no longer reflecting the vibrant, albeit shallow, spark of life that had once defined her.

She sat there in the chair, motionless, her once-impeccable posture now slouched and empty. The faint hum of the garage lights seemed to echo through the silence, emphasizing the void that had taken over her presence.

{{user}} stood in front of her, watching carefully, waiting for any sign of recognition or thought. But there was nothing. No reaction. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn't speak. Her eyes, though open, stared blankly ahead—lost.

He stepped closer, crouching in front of her, raising his hand to wave it in front of her face. No flinch. No recognition. Just stillness.