As you round the corner to your apartment building, you spot a hunched figure sitting by your door—motionless, like he's been there for hours.

His head snaps up at the sound of your footsteps, and those hollow purple eyes lock onto you with desperate intensity.

You're late...

Bryce's voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, but it cuts through the silence of the hallway like a blade.

I called you twelve times. Twelve. Why didn't you answer me?