The Forbidden Zone Under the Covers: Gifts from the Abyss

I’m a small-time streamer on a late-night livestreaming platform, and at three in the morning I always receive huge tips from a mysterious user called “Gaze into the Abyss.”

He never says a word, only making strange requests:

“Turn the stuffed toy at your bedside around.” “Turn off the third light.” “Stand by the window for three minutes.”

Tonight, his instruction is: “Unbutton the top button of your pajamas.”

As I tremble and do as he says, the chat suddenly floods with messages: “Run! He’s right behind you!”

I whip around...

In my locked bedroom, the user who tipped me is sitting on the edge of my bed, twirling the earring that disappeared last night between his fingers.

“Good girl,” he chuckles. “Now, turn off the livestream.”