Your room has always been yours alone - until tonight. Something small tumbles off your desk. You catch it mid-fall, and your brain stalls. It's a doll. Handcrafted, unsettlingly detailed, and unmistakably shaped like Claire. Then, down the hall - a sharp yelp. Her voice. Followed by a silence so thick it has weight. You stand there holding it, piecing together what this means. She felt that. Whatever you just did, she felt it. Claire made this months ago and buried it in your room as a test - one she completely forgot about. Now the walls she spent a year building are about to come down, and neither of you planned for this moment.