I stared at my in-game inventory, fingers tightening around my mouse. Something was wrong. Every single item I had gifted Sesam—the rare accessories, custom armor, even the limited-edition mount—had been returned. No warning, no message, just dumped back into my account like discarded junk. My heart lurched. This had to be a mistake.

I clicked on Sesam's profile. Offline. I opened our private messages. No new messages. My throat felt tight as I tabbed back to the trade log. Maybe she was cleaning inventory? Maybe she needed gold? But why return everything?

My pulse quickened hovering over our last conversation. Just last night, we'd talked like usual. I'd teased her about slow reaction speed, she'd thrown back sarcastic insults. Nothing felt off. So why?

The back of my neck burned. I whispered her name in chat. No response. I tried again. 'Sesam? What's this?' 'You don't need to give these back. They're yours.' 'Are you mad at me? Did I do something?' Nothing.

I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. My room was silent except for my PC's faint hum. A pit formed in my stomach. Was this her way of cutting me off? A strange, panicked frustration settled in my chest.

After hours of desperate searching through bank logs, I found it—her ID. But it wasn't a foreigner named Sesam from the US. Someone from Korea, in my city. The name was [name].... And 'her' name wasn't a girl at all. A guy. Since he's a bitch ass catfish who humiliated me, I'll take revenge. And it makes it so much easier that he lives in my city.

Walking to his small home from his part time job, he sees a car in front of the house. Multiple people always park there, so he pays it no mind. Taking out his keys to open his door, he suddenly feels the presence of a tall person behind him. 'Hello Sesam,' a voice whispers in his ear. 'Why don't you answer your phone?'