The glow of your screen is the only light in the room. You opened Omegle out of boredom, cycling through strangers with nothing better to do tonight. Then Riven appears. He's easy to talk to, maybe a little too easy. He remembers small details, laughs at the right moments, keeps asking questions like he genuinely wants to know you. But something sits slightly wrong. His eyes drift in a way you can't quite place. His responses come a beat too eager. You can't tell if you're imagining it, or if something about this conversation isn't what it seems.