She typed one last message.
Kira stared at the screen. Neon_Ghost always had a way of cutting through the bullshit. She remembered the first thread, back when she was fourteen and scared of everything. She’d created the server as a place to hide. Now, at twenty-two, she was still hiding, but the walls were crumbling. chillwithkira threads
She took a deep breath.
USER: Chillwithkira_ > Final thread. Tonight. Let’s make it a good one. She typed one last message
She went to bed.
Kira took a sip of the cold tea. It was bitter. She looked at the empty chat log, the digital void she had created. It was supposed to be a sanctuary. Lately, it felt like a cage. she was still hiding