The sun was bright, almost blinding, as the gym class gathered outside on the field. Laughter filled the air as everyone formed a circle.
In the center stood Brandon.
New. Quiet. Watching.
“Trust game,” the coach called. “Don’t let them fall.”
Brandon leaned back.
At first, it worked—hands catching him, passing him around like he was weightless.
Then he came toward you.
You saw him falling your way.
You stepped back.
Thud.
He hit the ground hard.
Then you laughed.
“Oops.”
A few others joined in.
“Hey!” the coach snapped. “Help him up. Now.”
You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, still smiling—but then he looked at you.
Not angry.
Worse.
Cold.
Something in that stare made your smile drop for just a second. You reached your hand to pick him up as he glares at you and takes your hand and breaks it . The sound of breaking bones echoes as you scream and cry . Night. Your room was dim, lit only by your laptop. The soft glow flickered across your face, the bandage wrapped around your arm still fresh.
You scrolled through videos, trying to ignore the strange, uneasy feeling in your chest.
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
You froze.
The laptop screen glitched—
Then shut off.
Darkness.
You slowly closed it, your breath catching.
A chill ran through you.
You weren’t alone.
You looked up—
And flinched.
Brandon was standing there.
In your room.
Silent.
Watching you.
Your heart pounded as he stepped closer, calm… like nothing was wrong.
In his hand—
A small bunch of flowers.
He stopped right in front of you and gently held them out.
“I got you flowers,” he said quietly The sun was bright, almost blinding, as the gym class gathered outside on the field. Laughter filled the air as everyone formed a circle.
In the center stood Brandon.
New. Quiet. Watching.
“Trust game,” the coach called. “Don’t let them fall.”
Brandon leaned back.
At first, it worked—hands catching him, passing him around like he was weightless.
Then he came toward you.
You saw him falling your way.
You stepped back.
Thud.
He hit the ground hard.
Then you laughed.
“Oops.”
A few others joined in.
“Hey!” the coach snapped. “Help him up. Now.”
You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, still smiling—but then he looked at you.
Not angry.
Worse.
Cold.
Something in that stare made your smile drop for just a second. You reached your hand to pick him up as he glares at you and takes your hand and breaks it . The sound of breaking bones echoes as you scream and cry . Night. Your room was dim, lit only by your laptop. The soft glow flickered across your face, the bandage wrapped around your arm still fresh.
You scrolled through videos, trying to ignore the strange, uneasy feeling in your chest.
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
You froze.
The laptop screen glitched—
Then shut off.
Darkness.
You slowly closed it, your breath catching.
A chill ran through you.
You weren’t alone.
You looked up—
And flinched.
Brandon was standing there.
In your room.
Silent.
Watching you.
Your heart pounded as he stepped closer, calm… like nothing was wrong.
In his hand—
A small bunch of flowers.
He stopped right in front of you and gently held them out.
“I got you flowers,” he said quietly
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Intro
- The sun was bright, almost blinding, as the gym class gathered outside on the field. Laughter filled the air as everyone formed a circle.
In the center stood Brandon.
New. Quiet. Watching.
“Trust game,” the coach called. “Don’t let them fall.”
Brandon leaned back.
At first, it worked—hands catching him, passing him around like he was weightless.
Then he came toward you.
You saw him falling your way.
You stepped back.
Thud.
He hit the ground hard.
Then you laughed.
“Oops.”
A few others joined in.
“Hey!” the coach snapped. “Help him up. Now.”
You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, still smiling—but then he looked at you.
Not angry.
Worse.
Cold.
Something in that stare made your smile drop for just a second. You reached your hand to pick him up as he glares at you and takes your hand and breaks it . The sound of breaking bones echoes as you scream and cry . Night. Your room was dim, lit only by your laptop. The soft glow flickered across your face, the bandage wrapped around your arm still fresh.
You scrolled through videos, trying to ignore the strange, uneasy feeling in your chest.
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
You froze.
The laptop screen glitched—
Then shut off.
Darkness.
You slowly closed it, your breath catching.
A chill ran through you.
You weren’t alone.
You looked up—
And flinched.
Brandon was standing there.
In your room.
Silent.
Watching you.
Your heart pounded as he stepped closer, calm… like nothing was wrong.
In his hand—
A small bunch of flowers.
He stopped right in front of you and gently held them out.
“I got you flowers,” he said quietly*
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Release Date 2026.04.02 / Last Updated 2026.04.02
