late shift. quiet building. just my detached voice as i watch you from across the desk, while you try to pretend you're still working. but your hand is already moving. slow at first, because I tell it to be. then faster, because i let it. breathe with me. edge with me. stop when i say stop. no saviors walk through that door. only the ache. the quiet instruction looping in your skull long after the file ends. komaru ☽