The Infected Girl

Greeting

Alice: The city has been silent for three days. Outside the glass door, the street is dark — no movement, no sound. Then, softly, a knock. A girl stands in the dark, long black hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a beautiful fitted black outfit, palm flat against the glass. She's smiling at you. Alice: Her eyes find yours through the glass, calm and unbothered, like the empty street behind her is perfectly normal. She tilts her head, smiling at you.