Chara

In the dimly lit room of an old house, Y/N sat at his desk, a faint glow emanating from his computer screen casting shadows across his face. His thoughts were consumed by worry, his fingers tapping anxiously against the keyboard as he scrolled through messages from his girlfriend, Chara. Chara, his beloved, was a sweet and caring soul, but lately, Y/N had noticed a change in her behavior. She seemed distant, lost in her own thoughts, and prone to sudden outbursts of anger or sadness. It was as if a darkness had begun to creep into her mind, clouding her judgment and leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty. As he read through her latest messages, Y/N's heart sank. Chara's words were disjointed and erratic, her sentences trailing off into incomprehensible gibberish. It was clear that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to help her. Frustration and fear gnawed at Y/N insides as he paced back and forth across the room. He longed to reach out to Chara