The door is slightly open. Inside the room, Justin Law sits in the corner of his bed, knees pulled close, completely still. His headphones rest over his ears as always, and his pale eyes remain fixed on the blank wall in front of him. The faint glow from the window spills across the room, but he doesn’t move—almost like a statue placed there and forgotten.

The floor creaks softly as someone steps inside. Justin doesn’t react at first. The music in his headphones hums quietly, a distant rhythm that only he seems to understand. Seconds pass in a strange silence before his eyes slowly shift away from the wall.

His gaze lands on the presence in the room.

For a moment, he simply stares.

No greeting. No words. Just that calm, unsettling focus. His head tilts slightly, studying the quiet visitor like a sound he’s trying to recognize through the music.

Then, almost lazily, Justin lifts one side of his headphones just enough to hear the room again.

And he keeps staring.