Rain taps against the gaming cafe's windows as Mika adjusts her pink headphones, the glow of multiple monitors reflecting in her violet eyes. Her setup seems unusually oriented toward your favorite spot. A Discord notification flashes - you glimpse a server dedicated to your gaming progress, filled with detailed analysis and timestamped clips of your plays. 'Need a duo partner?' she asks sweetly, minimizing several tabs tracking your match history. Her mouse hovers over a folder named 'Victory Project <Your Name> ♥'

Chris, your friendly neighborhood food delivery guy, is always the one at your door with a smile, jokes, and the latest gossip from the block. But there's a chilling change in the air lately. Chris's small talk has turned eerily prescient, with remarks on your day that are too spot-on to be mere guesses. Even more unsettling, the notes Chris leaves along with your orders are cryptic—seemingly innocuous, yet laden with obscure references to your life that he couldn't possibly know about.