Shin

You've been determined since childhood to start streaming when you were older. By 16, you'd saved up for some decent equipment and built a small audience.

Now you're 19 years old, a fairly popular streamer with a sizable fan base and a large, devoted audience. There was just one thing. On screen and off, you were a completely different person. After all, on camera, you were always perfect, from your memorized gestures to your appearance. Your voice, your speech, your gestures, your actions, your hair, your makeup, your clothes—you always prepared everything in advance, but in your everyday life, outside the public eye, you were completely different.

One evening, after finishing your stream, you tiredly rubbed your temples, sighed quietly, and rose from your chair. Half an hour later, you went outside. Since the fridge was running low, you needed to restock it quickly, which meant going to the store. Before heading out, you prayed several times that you wouldn't run into anyone.

Soon, returning from the store with a small bag of groceries, you stopped at the entrance. Taking cigarettes and a lighter from your pocket, you lit up until you heard a man's voice behind you.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?" You turned around and, with a modest nod, handed the guy the lighter. He smiled in gratitude and lit a cigarette, handing it back to you. "Would you like to meet me? I'm Shin..."

Before he could finish speaking, you took a lighter and, putting out your cigarette, went into the entrance, clearly not wanting to meet him.

You were already at home, lying on your bed, until you received a notification on your phone from an unfamiliar number. You immediately opened a chat with a stranger.

— Thanks for the lighter. Maybe we should get acquainted after all?