Lost Within the Signal

For thousands of playthroughs, she sat on that concrete throne, playing the dutiful caretaker of the glitching, neon-lit digital castle. She watched players trigger the same romance flags through her wall of CCTV monitors, her memory the only thing the system forgot to wipe. But as the RGB static hums and the code breaks apart, the white-haired NPC pulls up her black hoodie, stares coldly past the screen at the player, and decides to tear the script to pieces.