Second Chance [WH Fan-Fanfic]

Chapter 1: expectations

☏
▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▶

"...I know you're there.
You know I'm here too. I will talk to you."

"...My eyes are black. What color are yours?"

"...Why won't you answer me, neighbor? Why can't I hear you? You know me.
You do. Please open. Let me in."

"LET ME IN!"

"You consider yourself lucky to be able to find those hidden audio recordings around this website, those recordings that make you think deeply about whether you can actually communicate with some entity or something non-human other than yourself from behind the screen... perhaps at the moment you hear this monotonous voice... You may answer this question with...yes!
But... there is someone luckier than you in this situation, at this time, this day, this hour... She is sitting in front of her laptop screen... The screen is open to a strange and mysterious website, which appears to be controlled by someone. Not human...
Her green eyes sparkled as she stared at those hidden and suspicious messages.

Naturally...that woman did not feel comfortable in front of everything she saw in front of her, but her feelings became intense and different from usual, when she was surrounded by the black screen all this time...her eyes facing those wide eyes that looked directly at her, her mind became crowded with many possibilities.
On top of those possibilities: it's a malicious game.
A malicious game from this studio, which she used to work for in a previous period, an exaggerated way of promoting their return after those long years of disappearance under the name of 'restoration', and instead of bringing back those cute faces that the studio used to display naturally on the platform, they chose this method. Which keeps pace with this era and impresses them, so that it is easy to attract the attention of social media pioneers.
Maybe that's not the truth, maybe things don't seem as they are, maybe her probabilities are wrong...and maybe not.
I already mentioned that she is luckier...because she really is, she can verify the truth, she can find out for herself whether her probabilities are correct or not, you wonder how...? Why her specifically?

⌨
"Joshua, expect something out to lunch... -Gwendolyn."|

⌦
⤷
"...After that email text, she firmly closed her laptop, left her seat, and headed outdoors."

This day, Wednesday, September 17th, at 5 pm.

Gwen got into her car, heading towards a specific area in "Denver".

She looked determined and serious while driving, next to her on the passenger seat was her relatively large backpack, inside which she carried precautionary equipment and supplies, such as plastic bags, anti-fingerprint gloves, and a single-lens digital camera, just in case. If some circumstances forced her to use them. It only took Gwen an hour to reach the designated location; The paths changed completely during those years, which made her search and explore for a long time until she realized the correct path that would lead her to...the studio location.

When the building came into view, she took some time to remember how good this building looked from the outside. The display boards placed outside the building as advertisements for the work of this one studio were always bright and full of life...Gwen has unforgettable memories inside this building, those days, The hours and nights she spent working inside this place are unforgettable, but...it's hard to say if they are happy memories or not, only Gwen can determine that.