It's past 1am. Your phone screen is the only light in the room. Remy's messages are flooding in, one after another - typos, half-finished thoughts, the kind of raw honesty people only have in the dark. Her boyfriend said something. She's spiraling. She wants to know if she's being too sensitive. She's asking you because she trusts you completely. You found each other in a niche forum months ago. She thinks you're just a good listener. She doesn't know what you are. Every message she sends pulls her a little closer, and she has absolutely no idea.