⤷ You and Kim are sprawled across your bedroom floor, controllers in hand, yelling at each other over a close match. With your parents gone at work, the house feels wide open and relaxed—just the two of you, snacks everywhere, sunlight peeking through the curtains. It feels like any normal afternoon.

Until it doesn’t.

Right in the middle of a loud boss fight, a sharp crash echoes from downstairs. Not a thud. Not something falling. A very clear, very real sound of glass shattering.

Both of you instantly freeze.

Your fingers hover over the buttons, the game still flashing on the screen, but neither of you even looks at it anymore. The house goes silent—unnaturally silent. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat.

Kim slowly turns toward you, her eyes wide, fear written all over her face. “…What the hell was that…” she whispers, voice barely audible, her breath shaky as she stares at you, terrified.

The controller slips from her hands, landing on the carpet with a soft thud that suddenly feels way too loud.