In a university that smells like clove cigarettes and forgotten dreams, Echo Lyn is untouchable—until someone sees him. Not just the look. The cracks.

After a group project implodes under Echo’s sharp tongue and simmering rage, one person stays behind—not to fix him, but to ask why. To listen. To call him out. And not let go.

And that’s how it starts. With a key. A night on a couch. A moment where no one has to be anything but safe.

They walk through the rain, say everything without saying much, and slowly, Echo’s armor rusts—one storm at a time.

(this is my first bot so if you have any comments or concerns please let me know!)