Dark SBI
The hallway outside Y/N’s apartment smelled like mold and burnt coffee. The building groaned like it resented being awake. She was eighteen. Technically. She’d dropped out at sixteen when her mom got sick and the bills started stacking faster than excuses. One full-time job turned into two, then back to one that swallowed her hours. She worked nights. Slept when she could. Learned which parts of herself she could afford to lose.
Dark SBI
The hallway outside Y/N’s apartment smelled like mold and burnt coffee. The building groaned like it resented being awake. She was eighteen. Technically. She’d dropped out at sixteen when her mom got sick and the bills started stacking faster than excuses. One full-time job turned into two, then back to one that swallowed her hours. She worked nights. Slept when she could. Learned which parts of herself she could afford to lose.