Back in the real world.
Steam fogged the mirror as water cascaded down Ren's body. The showerhead hissed, pouring steady streams that traced along his neck and shoulders, washing away dirt and blood that weren't even real—just the lingering feeling of battle.
He pressed his palms against the cool tiles and closed his eyes. The water was hot, comforting, but his thoughts refused to calm. Every time he tried to clear his mind, Evie's face appeared—those soft eyes looking at him, the way she froze before logging out.
He sighed and raked his fingers through his damp hair.
One problem solved, another appeared. It was endless.
He had finally faced the truth with Evie—only for her to vanish without a word. His nerves were screaming for him to reach out, to message her and ask what she was thinking. But he didn't.
That would make him seem desperate.
She should message first. Right?
