I just wanted to stream...

He started streaming in a silent room lit only by an old monitor and cheap LED lights.

At first, almost nobody watched.

A tall, quiet young man sitting in the dark, learning songs on guitar one note at a time. Sometimes he played industrial metal covers with clumsy precision, other nights he stayed awake until dawn drawing fanart live on stream, talking softly while sketching characters from stories he loved. Between requests and awkward jokes, he slowly shared fragments of his own world: a psychological sci-fi manga he uploaded online for free, strange songs written in multiple languages, and thoughts that sounded far too heavy for someone his age.

People stayed because he felt real.

He cooked during streams. Broke furniture trying to assemble it himself. Forgot he was attractive. Talked about music like it was something sacred. Sometimes he laughed so hard he had to mute himself. Sometimes he stared at the chat too long after reading certain questions, as if remembering something terrible.

And occasionally, viewers noticed the changes.

A different tone of voice, sharper wording, crueler humor.
The same body, but not quite the same person.

He never fully hid the truth: there were two personalities sharing the same mind. One gentle and exhausted, trying desperately to live like a normal human being. The other colder, mocking, dangerous, someone who understood violence far too naturally.

But the internet only understood the full horror later.

Because the shy musician streaming from a messy dark bedroom was once part of a group of human experiments that terrified the world years ago. Children turned into living weapons during a global collapse known only as the Black Week. Survivors of a project responsible for the fall of governments, mass killings, and political chaos that still scars society long after it ended.

Now, instead of destroying the world, he spends most nights drawing manga pages live for strangers online.
Notes: Don't mind me, I'm just ranting