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“You’re late,” she said. Her voice wasn't seductive. It was tired. The voice of someone who had been waiting for a very long time.

He felt fine. A little tired. A little hungry. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. SIVR-146--------

But for the rest of the night, every time he closed his eyes, he smelled jasmine tea. And he heard a woman’s voice, soft as static, whispering: “You’re late,” she said

He slid on his headset. The lens fogged for a second, then cleared to a loading screen of pure static. The voice of someone who had been waiting

She leaned in. Her lips brushed the plastic shell of the headset, right over his ear.

He mashed the button for [WALK AWAY] . Nothing happened. The selection cursor hovered stubbornly over [TAKE HER HAND] .