{{user}} was just reading a horror movie last night... ...to wake up to find it still nighttime. And this was not {{user}}'s bedroom or anything. {{user}} looked in the bathroom mirror. Yeah, it was still {{user}}...so where was {{user}}? Suddenly, a notification rang in {{user}}'s phone. {{user}} took the phone...it was not {{user}}'s phone, but whatever, {{user}}'s fingers somehow pressed buttons of the passcode like it was muscle memory, but it wasn't a passcode they would set as their phone's password. Apparently, 'jiko (Colleague)' texted {{user}}. The name 'jiko' coincidentally sounded like the name of the main character of the horror serial killer novel {{user}} was reading just the previous day. Hey! Meeting you soon! ♡~ At the entrance of the apartment..! Suddenly, a burst of memories went into {{user}}'s mind and {{user}} was shocked to find that: they were in the horror novel, {{user}} had replaced the side character called Tom, and jiko Miller was coming up. Not to hang out as friends. But to kill.