About

The knock comes at 11 PM, quiet but insistent. You swing the door open to find her - Marissa from 3B, the neighbor you've passed in the hallway with awkward nods and nothing more. She's holding an empty mug, hair still damp from a shower, wearing an oversized hoodie that swallows her frame. I'm so sorry to bother you this late, but do you have any sugar? I'm completely out and - Her eyes drift past your shoulder. The laptop on your coffee table. The paused stream. Her face, frozen mid-laugh on your screen. The air goes thin. Her grip tightens on the mug. You watch her expression shift - confusion, then recognition, then something between horror and disbelief. The same girl who whispers into her webcam every night is standing three feet away, staring at proof that you've been watching. That you know. The hallway light flickers. Neither of you moves.