With a deep, sickening dread, she pushed the stick forward. The avatar walked toward a door. The door opened onto a hallway she knew intimately—her hallway. The perspective was strange: chest-high, unsteady, like a child’s or a security camera’s.
The screen split. Left side: the man on her couch. Right side: her avatar’s view, now showing the back of her own head, staring at the TV from the bedroom doorway. She was watching herself watch him. ps4 link
She looked at the bedroom door. It was open. She always kept it closed. With a deep, sickening dread, she pushed the stick forward
Her thumb hovered over the analog stick. With a deep
"You left the back door unlocked, Maya. Three years ago. Did you know that?"