PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO FOLLOW US
The rain fell in a thin, relentless sheet over the city, turning the streets into mirrors that reflected neon signs and the hurried silhouettes of strangers. In a cramped apartment on the fifth floor of an aging brick building, Maya stared at the ceiling, the faint hum of the heater the only sound that broke the oppressive silence. She had just finished the last track on her playlist—Angie Faith’s “Deeper”—and the chorus lingered in her mind like a promise she wasn’t sure she could keep.