Takeout Girl in Horror Game
Most wrote him off as salty, but a few top players and guilds weren't laughing.
Out of nowhere, a global kill order dropped.
Crimson Keep's ghouls, Haunted High's student ghosts, the butchers, the carnival freaks—every monster in those domains flipped aggro on anyone tied to the ID Nightblade.
Darren's teammates got shredded. Even randos who'd backed him in the forum got deleted mid-quest.
That's when people started believing.
Darren was now a rat on the run—barely scraping by, beat down to nothing. But in the middle of all that, he laughed. Broken, manic.