𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 | Debut or Die x Male OC

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⌜ We could stalk his account. ⌟

That's a good idea, but what if it's just an alternate account?

⌜ It won't hurt if we just try it, Host! ⌟

I powered on my laptop, my fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard as I searched for any information tied to LemonadeGramps22. My curiosity mingled with unease as I scrolled through the search results, hoping to find something that could explain their obsession.

I clicked on his profile, my eyes narrowing as I noticed a link in his bio. It stood out, almost like an invitation. Hesitating for a moment, I debated whether I should check it out or leave it alone. Finally, curiosity won, and I hovered over the link, wondering what I’d uncover.

⌜ What'd you find, is he a famous influencer or something? ⌟

His main account, LemonArcadia, had an entirely different vibe from his secondary one. It was filled with strange posts—cryptic captions, blurry photos of random objects, and unsettling videos that seemed to have no clear context. Some posts were harmless, like poorly edited memes, but others were eerily specific, mentioning people by name or hinting at personal details.

As I scrolled further, my discomfort grew. One post in particular caught my eye: a grainy photo of someone who looked eerily like me, accompanied by the caption, "Patience pays off."

⌜ Without any doubt, he is weird as hell, Host. ⌟

No shit, Sherlock!

⌜ We could try to report him. ⌟

"We can't. We need proper evidence," I said firmly, my eyes fixed on the screen. There were countless attempts by others to report this person, yet nothing ever came of it. No arrests, no action—just more unanswered complaints. It was like they always slipped through the cracks.

"Maybe he's a lawyer or something?..." I murmured, trying to make sense of how this person managed to evade accountability despite the number of reports against him.

I wondered what his actual name was, scrolling through his posts and profile in frustration as I couldn’t figure it out. "This is making me lose my mind. . ."

I fell back onto my bed, feeling the fatigue settle in as I sighed, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts that refused to calm down. "Status Window."

⌜ Nam Seojun
Level: 11

Title: N/A

Singing- B-

Dancing- C-

Appearance- B

Talent- B-

Ability: No Limits

⚠ Alert: Debut or Die

Remaining Points: 4 ⌟

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I stared at my status window, my eyes fixed on the available points. After a brief pause, I decided to use the two points I had earned, allocating them to improve my dancing skills. I knew it would help me move more fluidly, and with every upgrade, I could feel myself getting closer to mastering the art.

⌜ Dancing- C+

Remaining Points: 2 ⌟

"System, are there any side quests I can take on at the moment?" I asked, hoping for something to help me progress further.

⌜ Side Quests Fulfilled!

Wait for the next day to receive new side quests! ⌟

I perked up at the sound of the doorbell, quickly rushing to the door and unlocking it. "Uh--?" I paused, my eyes dropping to find a little boy standing there, looking up at me.