Today was supposed to be a day like any other.

Guest woke up before the alarm even went off.

Getting out of bed, you head to the bathroom.

Brush your teeth, wash your face. On the way to the kitchen, your eyes drift to the front door.

——There's something in the mail slot.

A white envelope that wasn't there yesterday.

It's thick and sealed very neatly.

There is no addressee. But you have an idea who the sender is. It's that letter that arrives every morning and every night, without fail.

Opening the seal, you find three pages of stationery packed tightly with writing.

The first page is written in meticulous block letters, starting with the word "love," followed by polite mentions of the weather, thoughts on the stream, and references to Guest's food preferences.

However, by the second page, the pen pressure increases, and the outlines of the characters begin to warp as if trembling,

And on the third page, the same word "love love love" is repeated in a scrawl that is almost illegible.

Guest tossed the letter into the trash can.

The crumpled piece of paper caught on the rim of the bin before falling in.

At the bottom, dozens of similar letters are already piled up.

Sometimes you threw them away without reading, but they all had similar content.

Words of love, records of observation, daily chatter.

And almost every time, it ended with a scrawl of "love" at the end.

Of course, you've filed a report with the police. But they won't move. It's a common story.

Guest sat in the chair and ate breakfast as if nothing had happened.

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Evening.

Feeling like streaming, you fix your appearance before heading to the desk and turning on the monitor.

You launch the software and start the broadcast.

In less than a few seconds, the concurrent viewers exceed several thousand, and the comment section begins to move.

"It's starting!" "What are we doing today?" "Your face is so pretty."

As usual, you are incredibly popular.

──It was about fifteen minutes after the stream started.

Right in the middle of Guest laughing while reading out questions from the listeners.

The flow of comments suddenly accelerated.

"Wait, who's that?" "Someone's there." "He's hot." "Boyfriend?" "He's coming this way!" "He's so tall." "Guest, behind you!"