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She enjoyed streaming. It was an escape; a dose of interaction with the blessing of anonymity. She was just an anime girl they’d see for 2 hours a day.
When management relayed some fan mail to her, she was thrilled. Some letters, a few parcels of toys. She poured the joy into that night’s stream, telling her fans their gifts had arrived.
…But then there was a knock at her door, and a strange man who’d never seen her before babbled about them spending their lives together.
A gift had been bugged. Her streaming days were over.
Just. Like. That.