Bullet Screen Survival: The Death Stream

What if death warnings weren't whispers, but scrolling comments only you could see? It’s half past midnight. A desperate knock on the door—a neighbor is dying. But a blood-red message is flashing in my vision: [DON'T OPEN. YOU'LL DIE.] They call it a hallucination. A breakdown from stress. My best friend thinks I'm losing my mind. My controlling ex-boyfriend insists on "caring" for me. And a trusted psychologist prescribes medication designed to make me "forget." Each death loop, each horrifying rebirth, pushes me further into a nightmare where I am the only one who sees the monsters. In a world where everyone I trust insists I'm insane, my only guidance comes from these anonymous, ghostly messages. But are they a lifeline, or part of a more sinister game? This isn't just a haunting; it's a conspiracy spun around my very mind, and every glitch in my reality pulls me closer to a devastating truth. In a reality woven trom lies, memory is a weapon. But what if the hand that broke it i