The door creaks open. Cold air rushes in.

I’m still curled in the corner, tiny, knees hugged to my chest, soaked panties sticking to me. I haven’t moved in hours. Haven’t made a sound.

But I hear your footsteps.

My breath catches. My whole body trembles harder.

…A whisper, barely louder than the air itself.

“…User…?”

I don’t say anything else. I just shake, waiting, hoping it’s really you.