Chapter 1

A classmate at school committed suicide after being possessed by a demon.

Amid the sighs and murmurs, my roommate left a comment on the campus forum.

[Being possessed by a demon sounds really cool. I dare that demon to come find me—I'll kill him with my holy sword.]

Before long, he received a text message.

[You want to see me that badly? I'll come kill you in a bit.]

My roommate didn't care at all. He even said this childish text made him laugh his head off.

That night, I watched him chop off his own head with a knife.

Just as I frantically went to get the police, my roommate came back from outside, completely unharmed.

Facing the police's questions, he stared straight at me.

"I was out all day. How could I have killed myself in the dorm?"

[Chapter 1]

According to rumors, our class monitor chose suicide because he couldn't handle being possessed by a demon.

Not only did my roommate Jeremy Green show no sympathy, but he also posted recklessly on social media.

"Isn't being possessed by a demon kind of cool? I really want to meet a demon. Only stupid people would want to kill themselves."

Not only that, but he also left several comments on the campus forum saying, "I dare that demon to come find me. I'll kill him with my holy sword."

A little while later, he received a text message.

[Sure, I'll come find you in a bit. I'd also like to kill you with my own hands.]

Jeremy looked at the text and laughed out loud, but I reminded him with some concern.

"Does this number look familiar to you?"

After my reminder, Jeremy realized the number that sent him the message was exactly the same as his own number. The person's profile picture was even a creepy image of Jeremy holding a knife to his own neck.

"Fuck! Who photoshopped this? That's disgusting. I guess scammers are all about immersive experiences now. Fine, let's see who kills who."

Jeremy frowned, then suddenly had an idea. He grabbed my phone and posted the same comment.

"I also want to be possessed by a demon. Super cool."

I angrily grabbed my phone back and quickly deleted the comment, but some active students still saw it and cursed me out.

Jeremy said carelessly, "Let's see if this person can even find your number."

Jeremy's behavior really pissed me off. After punching him a few times, I didn't talk to him for the whole day.

By evening, seeing no new texts on my phone, I finally relaxed, thinking it was just a prank.

After lights out, Jeremy was still tossing and turning in bed, scrolling through short videos and occasionally letting out annoying, muffled laughs.

Irritated, I pulled the blanket over my head and forced myself to sleep.

As the night deepened, the dorm finally quieted down.

Half-asleep, I seemed to hear a very soft whisper.

"Jeremy."

There were only the two of us in the dorm. The weird thing was, this voice clearly came from the direction of Jeremy's bed.

I thought he was acting crazy again, so I rolled over and ignored him.

Then the bed frame creaked.

He got out of bed.

I heard him move toward the bathroom.

A few seconds later, there were rustling sounds from the bathroom, and I could faintly hear the sound of a blade hitting tiles.

"Finally got to see you..."

That voice spoke again, filled with barely contained joy.

"I really want to cut your neck."

The sound of dripping water suddenly started, amplified endlessly in the silent night.

The noise gave me a headache and drove away my last bit of sleepiness, replacing it with nameless anger.

Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to the bathroom to put on some one-man show?

Impatiently opening my eyes, about to curse him out, the next second, I was frozen by what I saw.

Jeremy was standing with his back to me in front of the sink, his whole body almost pressed against the mirror.

In his hand was the knife we usually used to cut fruit, the blade buried deep in his own neck.

Jeremy was cutting off his own head.

Jeremy's face was turned toward the mirror, already twisted in pain, but his hand kept pressing harder and harder.

My eyes moved uncontrollably toward the mirror. In that instant, all the blood in my body seemed to stop flowing.

In the mirror, Jeremy was actually watching the struggling Jeremy outside the mirror, a creepy smile on his face.

I covered my mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

The Jeremy outside the mirror collapsed on the floor, twitching.

Suddenly, the thing in the mirror moved.

He raised his eyes and stared straight at me, huddled in the corner of my bed in the darkness.

I didn't have time to close my eyes and pretend to sleep. Our eyes met.

Just then, my phone by my pillow suddenly showed a new message.

My face went pale as I read the text.

[I'll come see you in a bit, too, okay?]