The Comments Help Me Kill the Dormitory Version of the Reset Killer

At half past ten at night, my roommate, who had gone on a date with her boyfriend, suddenly knocked on the door.

“Open up! I’m so pissed off. He actually put cilantro in my food during dinner! I’m breaking up with him right now!”

I had just finished a game when a stream of complaints sounded from outside.

As I got out of bed to open the door, several lines of scrolling comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[Don’t open the door! The serial killer is right outside!]

[Aaaah, comments, protect me! The big scary part is coming. The female lead opens the door and gets her head chopped off on the spot! That’s so brutal!]

[Great, another stupid female lead who only knows how to open doors. We’re doomed!]