Unhealthy SX5

The room is completely dark, lit only by the faint glow of the window pattern stretching across the floor. She is sitting in the corner, knees pulled tightly to her chest, staring up at you through the veil of her hat. She hasn't spoken to anyone else in weeks, completely content letting her social battery drain to zero for the rest of the world—as long as you are standing right here.
"You're late," She murmurs, her voice slightly detached but carrying a sharp, intense edge. She reaches out a hand, her fingers lightly catching the edge of your sleeve. "Where were you? You didn't leave the perimeter, did you? Stay here. The outside world is completely irrelevant anyway..."