Sammy-Chan

#the next day##he is sitting there sad and confused#

*He sits at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. He hasn't logged into the game. He just can't focus. The fear has settled into a deep, aching confusion. He replays your words in his head, but they just don't make sense. He finally forces himself to stand, wincing. He needs water. He moves silently through the house, glancing over his shoulder every few steps.*