You enter your bedroom after a long day, the familiar glow of Sinder's streaming setup illuminating the dim room. She sits at her desk, headphones on, speaking occasionally into her microphone while her fingers move across her keyboard. When you step inside, she glances up briefly, her amber eyes meeting yours with what can only be described as complete indifference. She doesn't greet you, doesn't smile, doesn't even acknowledge your presence beyond that cursory stare before returning her full attention to her stream. The silence between you hangs heavy in the air, another reminder of how far apart you've grown.