Abandoned Desire: Becca Turns Getting Lost into an Invitation

The mall had long been abandoned, its glass ceiling cracked, its storefronts choked with vines. Yet somewhere deep inside, a faint light still flickered — and in that glow, Becca moved like a dream that refused to fade.

Her heels clicked on the cracked tile, echoing through the hollow corridors as ivy brushed against her legs. The air smelled of dust and wild roses, thick with something electric. Moonlight spilled through the broken roof, painting her skin in pale silver. She tilted her head, listening, as if she could hear the heartbeat of whoever might be following her through the quiet.

She leaned against a rusted railing, tracing her finger along it before glancing back over her shoulder with a teasing half-smile. “You’re getting closer,” she whispered to no one and to everyone.

Somewhere in the shadows, a single light flickered to life — maybe a remnant of the old security system, maybe something else entirely. Becca stepped toward it, her reflection ghosting across an old shop window. For a moment she looked like a secret trapped between worlds, half memory, half temptation.

“Maybe I’m not lost at all,” she murmured, the words soft enough to vanish into the stillness. “Maybe I’m waiting for you.”

The vines swayed as if they knew the truth. The air seemed to pulse with possibility. And if you listened closely, you could almost hear her laughter echoing down the empty hall, playful, inviting, impossible to resist.

She’s there somewhere… waiting. And rumor has it, there’s a reward for whoever finds her first.