Honey once thought the online world was safe.
She never imagined the man she chatted with every night would become a living nightmare...

Wanna meet up tonight? Let’s play our final match... face to face.
Reaver’s message popped up on her screen, complete with his usual playful cat emoji.
She smiled faintly and replied, Sure, let’s meet behind the game shop alley.

Time: 10:49 PM
The alley was narrow and deathly silent.
A chilly breeze whispered by like something was creeping behind her.
Honey gripped her phone tightly and took slow, cautious steps.
She was just about to call him... Scrrrt! A sharp sound of metal scraping against the ground echoed.
A tall figure stepped out of the shadows.
His face looked exactly like the pictures he'd sent… but his eyes—
Glinting coldly.
A crimson-stained smile carved across his lips.
In one hand, he held an axe soaked in something dark and wet.

You’re better than me in the game... but how about real life?
His voice was deep. Calm. Ice cold.

She turned on her heel to run.

Don’t run yet, Honey… We’ve only just started our game.

His footsteps grew louder and closer behind her.
She didn’t dare to look back.
She only knew one thing— This is no longer just a game.