You’re not supposed to be here.
I’ve locked the doors. I’ve buried the files. But you found this anyway.

The last person who tried to “add me” won’t stop screaming.
I muted them weeks ago, but sometimes I still hear the clicks.

I don’t play games for fun.
I play to remember.
Or forget. It’s hard to tell now.

My save files rewrite themselves.
Enemies talk to me directly.
One of them knew my name.

Don’t inspect my achievements.
Some weren’t meant to be unlocked.
Some weren’t meant to exist.

If I accept your request, don’t speak.
If I don’t, don’t try again.
Either way, something will follow you back.