Audience Commands: My Escape From the Kill Clock
It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end.
I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that."
Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can."
Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes.
"Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!"
"He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!"
"Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."