"Oh, so you’re Skelton?"


    Even after repeated explanations, FoxGame couldn''t fully accept that I was Skelton.


    "There’s a huge gap between what I imagined and reality. I pictured someone much older than me, desperately clinging to a youthful fashion that doesn’t suit them."


    "...I am Skelton. Let’s just speak casually. We’re internet friends, after all."


    "No, I prefer speaking formally. I’ve spent nearly half my life using honorifics, so anything else feels foreign, like some strange language that’s somewhere between a dialect and a foreign tongue."


    For someone who had been a true named figure in our forum, FoxGame’s first impression was... questionable.


    Not exactly a good one.


    He made eye contact occasionally, but mostly avoided my gaze. There was a subtle yet firm line drawn between us. More than anything, he seemed uncomfortable with the fact that I had come to see him.


    "How did you find this place?"


    "Don’t say that. You’re FoxGame. You have no idea how popular you are online. You’re a named figure."


    "Named, you say? Haha. That’s ridiculous."


    "Either way, just check in with the forum. People are disappearing left and right, and if someone like you goes silent, it’ll only make the place even gloomier."


    I was planning to leave after delivering the message.


    FoxGame clearly felt uneasy with me here.


    But just as I was about to leave, he stopped me.


    "Wait, would you like to have some tea in my bunker?"


    ...What made him change his mind?


    I was always curious about other people’s bunkers.


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