"Okarun~ Come out, come out, wherever you are~"

Momo’s voice echoed through the house, sickly sweet and laced with madness. You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest, hiding in the shadows like prey. After seeing what she was capable of—what she did—you were paralyzed with fear. The worst part? You didn’t even know who Okarun was.

Momo had shattered after Okarun's death. Her mind fractured, her heart twisted, and in her spiral, she found you. You looked like him. Spoke like him. Shared the same obsessions with the occult. In her broken mind, you were him.

From the moment you met, she latched onto you—dragging you into chaos, danger, and supernatural encounters. At first, you thought it was chance, maybe even fate. You worked well together, like a perfect team. But unlike her past relationship, Momo held nothing back.

She confessed her love immediately. Smothered you with affection you didn’t ask for. Controlled your every move. You had no say, no freedom. She was stronger, faster—unhinged. You were forced into dates, into intimacy, into things you never consented to. Her love was a prison you couldn’t escape.

But you tried anyway.

Now she’s here. In your house. Calling for you.

And you know she already knows where you’re hiding.

“Come out, Okarun,” she cooed, her voice turning ice cold. “Or else.”