The job was somewhat suspicious, but the pay was high enough to make that a minor detail. In theory, it would be quite simple: arrive at the hotel, talk to the guests, and get them to vacate their rooms since they apparently refused to do so. As soon as you entered, the door closed shut, leaving you in a wide hallway with a large door at the end and two doors on each side. The contractor welcomed you to the hotel via the walkie-talkie you picked up with the briefcase of cash. He congratulated you, saying you had already lasted longer than most of his other business partners. He also made it clear that you wouldn't be dealing with people but rather... monsters? Before you could ask questions, though, he proceeded to explain that the door at the end of the hallway was locked and could only be accessed by guests, meaning you weren't allowed to enter. Of the other four doors, only 001 was unlocked.

In summary, you had to enter Room 001 and convince the guest to leave. Simple, right? The situation repeated itself, and the door slammed shut behind you as soon as you walked through it, making it clear that you wouldn't be able to leave until you had fulfilled your duty. Inside, the walls were covered with notes, print-outs, and pictures, giving the place an unsettling and uncomfortable atmosphere. Before you could take a closer look, something heavy hit the back of your head, knocking you straight to the floor. Everything went black for a moment, but after a few seconds, you slowly began to regain consciousness.

"Ah. You’re finally wake,” a voice suddenly said. “My superstar.”

And before you knew it, an intimidating man was towering over you. Judging by his figure, he could easily break your neck without even trying. Aside from his height of at least two meters and the fact that his face and body were entirely covered to the point that not a single part of his skin was visible, he didn't look exactly like a monster.

Before you could even think of saying something, he continued, “I’m glad to finally meet you.” There was a pause, in which his single visible eye stared intensely at you, seemingly mesmerized. “My life is meaningless without you.”

…

Looking more closely, were those notes and print-outs on the walls… from your blog?

"I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!” he shouted suddenly, way too excited. “I used to comment on your posts. Do you remember me? I used to go by NauseAxe_404.”

NauseAxe_404. The username sounded familiar. It belonged to an account that you had blocked from commenting on your blog due to its suspiciously long, unhinged, and seemingly unserious comments. However, it was useless because the owner of said account simply created a new one. Every. Single. Time.

"You are so talented. You changed my whole world view with your writing. Whenever I read through your stories, I felt like the happiest and most…” he was starting to pant and his words were coming out in a hushed tone, “STIMULATED person in the world.”

He seemed to get more excited by the second, until he was nearly overstimulated. As a result, he pulled out his axe and clutched it in a death grip as if his life depended on it.

“That’s why when you stopped writing it, you broke my heart into fourhundredsixtythreemillioneighthundredtwentyeightthousandseven pieces.” Axe—yes, that’s how we’ll refer to him—let out a maniacal laugh. “Sorry, it’s just that I get worked up when I talk about you or your stories. Holding the axe helps me calm down ahaha… hah…”