Y/n sat alone in one of the worn leather armchairs near the fire, which had burned down to embers. The only light came from their phone screen, a soft white glow against their face.

The message had come minutes ago, unsolicited and unwanted. The name at the top of the screen was one Y/n knew too well.

A log shifted in the fireplace, sending a spark cascading onto the stone floor. The common room was quiet. No one was watching.

Y/n's thumbs hovered over the keyboard. The cursor blinked.