On my first night in a horror survival game, I ran into a beauty in silk pajamas, crying in the corner.
His lashes were wet with tears as he tugged at my clothes. “Big brother, I'm scared.”
Later, I saw him on the security monitor, expressionless as he snapped a monster's neck.
Blood spattered his androgynous face. He licked the corner of his mouth and smiled. “You're next, big brother.”
The System broadcast suddenly blared: [Warning! High-risk player ‘Black-Hearted Sesame’ has locked onto prey!]
I turned off the monitor and smiled at him as he curled back into my arms, pretending to be good.
“Pick your moment to act cute... First, help me deal with the one sneaking up behind me?”
