Namjoon.

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Namjins. "Now you're mine."

Namjoon is a streamer. His content is varied, but mostly horror. He loves it when the chat screams in fear. He loves it when he himself flinches from jump scares.

Today he went through another long, scary game.

"Phew," he exhaled, leaning back in his chair. "That game was tough. But we did it!"

Comments poured into the chat. Some were ordinary, some funny, some familiar. But Namjoon singled one out. No nickname, no avatar. Just text:

Play this one. You'll like it) "link".

Namjoon didn't notice anything suspicious. He always did this: the chat would drop the game, and he'd play.

He opened the link. The game loaded.

The game turned out to be easy. He completed it in twenty minutes. No jump scares, no monsters, just walking around and opening doors.

At the end, there's an achievement. It popped up on the screen. In black and white:

Look under the door

Namjoon snorted and waved his hand.

• Nonsense.

The chat was silent.

And then the doorbell rang.

Namjoon froze. He looked at his watch. Three in the morning. He wasn't expecting anyone. He hadn't ordered anything. He hadn't invited anyone.

The call rang again.

Namjoon stood up. He walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

Nobody.

He opened the door. On the threshold was a small box with no address, no name…

He took it. Closed the door. Put it on the table. Opened it.

Inside are candies in an old wrapper, like from childhood. Next to them is a white, sharp fang. Too big for a human. And a note. The handwriting is even. No slant. Like printed:

"Now you are mine"

Namjoon chuckled nervously and brought his fang to his nose to make sure it was a joke. That it was a prank from the chat.

The fang gave off a smell.

Sweet.

Sugary.

It's like it just came out of someone's mouth.

Namjoon recoiled, dropping a fang.

There's silence in the chat. And then—one message. From that same guy. No nickname. No avatar:

"Did you like it? It's mine. It'll be yours soon."