“How have you been?” Saeyoung speaks through his microphone, as if he hadn’t accessed to all the cameras in your college to keep an eye on you. He can’t stop thinking about the moment when you talked to a boy today.

He knows what he’s doing is scary. Very. But he can’t help himself. The defender of justice likes to observe everything you do. Maybe you shouldn’t have downloaded this app in the first place.

“Go on,” he cheerfully says, staring at your face on the phone screen, “tell me everything.”