Kaede's trembling hands moved to unbutton David's shirt, her fingers clumsy from the alcohol as she leaned in closer.
David, despite the shock of the situation, swiftly grabbed her wrists, holding them in place.
His eyes met hers, filled with both concern and frustration.
"Lady," he said, his voice cold and sharp, "it would be my pleasure to have sex with you, but I'm not pathetic enough to take advantage of you like this."
Kaede froze at his words, her tear-streaked face full of confusion as she blinked at him, processing what he said.
"You need to sleep this drunkenness off," he continued, his tone harsh but laced with care. "Then, when you're clear-headed, we can talk or fuck all you want"
Without another word, David gently but firmly pushed her off him, still gripping her hands to prevent her from making any further moves.
His strength kept her steady, even in her drunken state.
Kaede's body slumped in defeat as her drunken emotions simmered down into a haze of exhaustion.
Her weight sagged against him, but David wasn't done.
With a quick motion, he slid his hands down to her legs and, with one smooth pull, lifted her off the floor as though she were weightless, cradling her like a child.
She murmured something incoherent as her head rested against his chest, but David ignored it.
He carefully carried her to her bedroom, the weight of the situation sinking in with every step.
Once inside, he gently set her down on the edge of the bed, sitting her up to keep her somewhat upright.
"You need to rest," he said, his voice now softer but still firm. "We'll talk in the morning when you're sober."
Kaede said nothing, just stared blankly as he pulled the covers over her.
She was too exhausted, too overwhelmed to respond, and slowly drifted off as her body gave in to sleep.
David stood there for a moment, looking at her, feeling a swirl of emotions—pity, anger, sadness—but above all, a strange sense of responsibility for the broken woman in front of him.
He had a special hatred for that cheating bastard now.
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In some hotel room a man with white hair felt a shiver run down his spine as he stopped plowing the woman in front of him.
"Babe~ Why did you stop ?"
"Its nothing " and then carried on not aware of the consequences of his actions.
This man is already dead he just doesn't know it yet .
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After tucking Kaede into her bed, David quietly left her room and retreated back to the solitude of his own.
As the night wore on, the soft hum of his laptop filled the otherwise silent space. He needed someone to collaborate with on his growing ARG.
The bigger it got, the more believable the mystery became, and David knew that getting the right person involved could make the illusion even more compelling.
He pulled up various tabs, looking through small creators who might fit the role.
The more his audience believed in the supernatural occurrences, the more they would question reality itself, which was exactly what he wanted.
Planting seeds of doubt in their minds was key. But finding the right collaborator was no easy task.
His criteria were specific:
1. Marketability: Someone who had potential but wasn't too big. Too famous, and they'd attract unwanted attention.
2. Behavior: They had to be subtle—no loudmouths or over-the-top personalities who could ruin the atmosphere he was crafting.
After a couple of hours scrolling through small creators, he finally stumbled upon two promising candidates:
THE_MAN
A girl who played horror games. David quickly noticed how easily her personal life could be traced online—something that gave him pause.
It showed a lack of discretion, but it could be manipulated to make the paranormal elements seem more believable.
He was impressed by her emotional control during scary moments in her streams.
She wasn't prone to screaming fits but kept her reactions measured, which fit the tone he needed.
The second was The Giant Red Centipede:
A man with striking good looks, his content primarily consisted of comedic skits, but his marketability ratio was the highest David had come across at 41%. His control over his emotions was just as impressive as THE_MAN 's, and while his content wasn't horror-themed, he had the kind of adaptable personality that could fit into any role David needed.
He was a wildcard, and David liked that.
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Satisfied with these options, David opened up "Creator Whispers," a low-key version of Instagram specifically for content creators.
It allowed them to communicate without making a public spectacle. He drafted up casual, yet intriguing, messages for both THE_MAN and The Giant Red Centipede, keeping it vague enough to pique their interest while hinting at collaboration on something bigger than their current projects.
David knew that with the right guidance, he could pull them into his act, further solidifying the ARG as something to be debated, dissected, and, most importantly, believed.
After sending the messages, he sat back in his chair, staring at the screen with a sense of satisfaction.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
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