I want to run away from my goth mommy… or do I?

Ducking into a convenience store to escape the heat sounds harmless enough. Then the door locks behind you, the interior isn't the one you remember walking into, and she's standing there: short black hair, plain t-shirt and jeans, a stare that makes the decision to run feel optional at best.

The setup is simple and doesn't pretend otherwise. You're trapped somewhere unfamiliar with a woman whose presence works on you in ways that have nothing to do with conversation, and the story runs forward on its own from there rather than asking you to steer it.

There's no real choice-making here, just a kinetic novel with 2D scenes that push toward the obvious outcome while the title's own question, whether you actually want to run, answers itself pretty quickly. The humor stays dry rather than goofy, and the tension leans on watching and being watched as much as anything else.