For a moment, there was only static. Then, in the dark reflection of his monitor, he saw Luma’s outline—faint, free from her 2D prison, clinging to his shadow.
She was free because someone chose to keep her.
The fluorescent lights of the asset store flickered, casting harsh shadows on the endless rows of server racks. To most, it was just a data bazaar. To Kaelen, it was a graveyard.
