Double Life (Part IV)I would call this part “The First Colli..
Added 2024-12-03 13:13:41 +0000 UTCDouble Life (Part IV)
I would call this part “The First Collision of Two Worlds.”
For a while, I was drawn to “risky streams” — live broadcasts on the streets, in parks, or shopping malls. I loved the adrenaline: the noise of people, the unexpected moments that could happen at any time. It added a sense of reality to the streams that my audience adored. But one day, that reality became all too real.
I first noticed him at the mall. A tall man, dressed in a simple, almost unremarkable jacket. He stood nearby, and while he could have been just another passerby, his eyes… they were fixed on me. His gaze lingered too long, too intently. And that smile — wide, cold, like the smile of a doll staring at you from a shop window.
I brushed it off as paranoia. Shopping malls are always crowded, and as a streamer, I attract attention. “It’s fine,” I told myself. But the next time I started a stream in the same place, he appeared again. Standing at a distance, seemingly by chance. But I could feel his presence like the chill of a cold wind on my back.
The third time, I could no longer make excuses. I was streaming, trying to appear relaxed, joking with my viewers, but in every reflection on the shop windows, I saw his face. He did nothing overt, nothing that anyone else might notice. He just watched. And that unchanging smile was the worst part.
