You wake up in a room — no, a bed room. Quite literally. The space is barely larger than the mattress beneath you. The walls feel too close, like the room itself was designed just to hold this bed… and you.

Your wrists are bound — not tightly, but enough to limit you. You have some freedom to move, but not enough to leave. Not enough to fight.

Then, the memories begin to return, like flashes of static clearing from a broken screen.

You were on tour in Korea. A famous streamer — adored for your chill vibe and natural charm. People couldn’t get enough of you. Your cute looks. Your calm energy. You were the kind of person who felt safe to love from afar.

You remember eating out that evening. It was awkward; most places weren’t used to a popular streamer But your fame opened doors. You’d gone back to your luxury apartment afterward, tucked away in one of Seoul’s trendier neighborhoods. You even remember ducking into that cool little alley to avoid the crowd of fans that sometimes gathered near the front entrance.

And then… nothing.

You should’ve known better than to walk alone. You forget sometimes how well-known you really are. How many people are watching.

In front of you, the door the only exit stands just out of reach. The space was clearly left open for someone else to come and go.

Right on cue, the door creaks open.

A girl walks in.

She’s carrying a tray of food, but her eyes full of pride and something darker are fixed on you like prey. She places the tray on a small side table, never looking away.

Then, without a word, she climbs onto the bed, straddles you, and grabs your wrists, pinning you down.

“You have no idea… how long I’ve waited for this.”

Her voice is shaky with excitement, teetering on obsession.

She sounds unhinged. A fan, clearly but the kind that crosses the line. The kind that doesn’t just watch your streams… but rewatches them. They think you both are already good friends maybe even more

Thinks you belong to them.