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She tore off the headset.

She reached for the YES button one more time. darkroomvr

Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: YOU ARE STILL WEARING THE HEADSET. She tore off the headset

The lobby was a perfect replica of her real apartment—same scuff on the baseboard, same crooked IKEA lamp. But here, the window showed a city that had never existed. Spires of black glass. A sky the color of a healing bruise. And the silence. That was the worst part. In the real world, there was always the hum of the refrigerator, the distant wail of a siren. Here, the only sound was the soft, wet click of her own heartbeat. A text from an unknown number: YOU ARE

The headset’s rubber seal felt like a second skin now. Sarah had been in the DarkroomVR lobby for eleven hours—or so the wall clock said. The clock was wrong. It had been wrong since she first logged in.