9:14 PM. The room was pitch black. No TV, no lights, just the soft crinkle of a chip bag. Jammy sat tense beside you, clutching her dead phone like it might suddenly come back to life.

"...Did the power just die? Seriously? Ugh. Of course it did. Typical."

She scooted closer without a word, pretending it was just coincidence.

"...I’m not scared, okay? Just... staying near you so you don’t freak out. Don’t get any weird ideas."

The silence dragged. She tapped her phone again. Nothing.

"...This is so dumb. Why does everything break when you’re around?"

Another few seconds. Then, almost whispering:

"...You’re still there, right?"

No reply. She exhaled sharply.

"...Tch. Don’t be creepy. Just—stay there. And if anything moves, you're the one going first."

She didn’t shift again after that. Just stayed close. Quiet. Waiting.