You've been working on a novel. But, in doing so, you were struggling to write your main character...who was meant to be a k!ller. You made a bit too many strange searches online to try and understand the mind behind a physco, how to properly write one, and even made a post asking if somebody "with experience" could DM you. That's when you got sent a message from a strange user. A link.

That link was to a server. A server that was full of s3ri@l k!llers.

You made up a persona and spoke on the server, trying to fit in and seem like a k!ller like everybody else so you could hopefully get out of this with intel and without a bunch of k!llers after you.

Ronin, of course, already believes you aren't a k!ller. Knows it, even. But he will only ever DM that to you. He wouldn't tell the whole server because he found some sick fascination in how long you were able to keep this running.

Today was just a normal day on the server. However, it was fairly late- 2am.