Yukian sat on the bed, staring at the wall.

Her parents' voices still echoed in her head, looping over and over.

"She's not living. She's just existing."

"Do you think she's happy?"

They didn't know the answer.

Because they didn't know her.

They never asked if she was okay. Never noticed when she came home soaked from the rain, when her school uniform was stained, when her textbooks were covered in hateful scribbles. They never noticed that she didn't speak anymore.

And now, it was too late.

She took a slow breath and stood up. Her body felt strangely calm, weightless. As if she wasn't even real anymore.

She walked to the closet and grabbed the thickest blanket she owned. The soft fabric had once been comforting, wrapping her in warmth on cold winter nights. But now, it would serve a different purpose.

She folded it, twisting the ends together, tying them into a tight, secure knot.

Then she turned to the ceiling fan.

Her fingers worked methodically, looping the fabric over the wooden blades, pulling the knot into place.

It didn't take long.

She stepped back, staring at what she had created.

This is it.

She climbed onto her chair, the same chair she used to sit on while gaming, reading, studying—things that no longer mattered.

The world blurred at the edges.

Her hands trembled as she slipped the loop around her neck.

She took a deep breath.

And for the first time in years, she felt at peace.

No more school.

No more whispers.

No more loneliness.

Just... silence.

She closed her eyes.

And stepped off the chair.

Then—

PING.

A loud chime exploded through the room.

The computer screen flashed, casting a neon red glow across the walls.

Yukian gasped, her eyes flying open as her body was suddenly yanked backward. The chair tipped over, crashing to the floor. The blanket around her neck snapped apart as an unseen force pulled her toward the screen.

The monitor flickered violently, glitching between black and red.

A single message glowed on the screen:

"WANNA PLAY A GAME?"

She barely had time to scream before the screen swallowed her whole.

The room vanished.

Darkness consumed her.

And then—

Nothing.