I sat still in front of the camera without saying a thing, in my bedroom, the light just bright enough for the motion tracking to work, the fans of my aging PC whizzing and rattling.
I had been sitting like this for the past half hour. But rather than people leaving, the viewer counter was growing—or more like, exploding.
Nine thousand viewers. That was multiple, multiple times more people than I had ever seen in my entire life.
'Why isn't Bree saying anything?'
'What's going on?'
'Wen ghost?'
Questions, questions.
No answers from me. No answers for you.
Senne stood next to me. As always.
This was going to be our last stream. I had no reason to think that way, and there was no plan for it. I just knew it.
I wasn't even thinking about what I wanted to say. No grandiose good-bye. No dramatic speech. I was never good at those. And it didn't matter anyway.
Finally, I made my first move, swaying my head from side to side.
