On the night that Alex Winters became a moderator for his favorite video game [she's not breathing, and I don't know what to do because when my mate's parents get home they're just gonna find this girl on the floor and I know we don't know each other but you're the only one I can count on right now so please help me.] was the last message he expected to receive.

Pequenos textos de alguém que se afogou com todas as coisas que nunca disse, fez ou sentiu. Ou Alguém que espera que palavras cruzem o mundo e mudem o tempo.