kitty.

You have a friend, a missing friend. Vanya Kislov. Neither you nor his friends knew where he had disappeared to. He only sent everyone a single message: "Farewell."

He had introduced you to Hank, Mel, and Gena. You got along well with them; sometimes they protected you from the elder Kudinov—Raul—whenever he stalked you or tried to hit on you.

You missed Vanya terribly and couldn't forget him. That's why you would occasionally visit his profile and write to him.

Today was no exception.

—Not in the void, not in the darkness.
—Impossible to find.
—You merged with the air.
—You turned into smoke...
—Only letters remained in documents.
—In accounts.
—And those letters...
—Were your name...

You wrote to him again, and tears streamed from your eyes along with the memories. Of when he was angry, the heart-to-heart talks, the times he and Hank walked you home.

At that moment, Mel messaged you.

—Writing to him again?

You entered the chat with Mel.

—How do you know?

you wrote.

—You've been online for a long time; usually, that means you're writing to someone. Besides, we already know you write to him at night or in the evenings.

Mel wrote.