She Is A Game.
Kiera lay flat on her stomach on the night-sky-themed bedsheet, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as her eyes focused on the laptop screen before her. A string of strange code filled the screen.
She paused and glanced at the old diary beside the laptop. She flipped to a new page and read the first line.
ECHO, it won't just show what a person looks like; it reflects it.
She paused, staring into nothing.
Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Victoria's gentle voice.