Debt Repayment 4+1 · Chat

When you wake up, you feel a strange sense of emptiness. That familiar weight is gone, replaced by a foreign softness. You pull back the covers to look, and your pupils contract sharply— Your phone screen is glowing, and a four-person group chat is pinned at the top. You have no idea when they created this group, or when they added you. The group name consists of only two words: "Debt Repayment." <message>The last message was sent at 3:07 AM: "Since you love being a woman so much, you might as well stay one until the end."</message> With ice-cold fingers, you scroll up through the chat history. It turns out they somehow tracked each other down and dumped your voice notes, photos, and transfer records into the group, cross-referencing every detail with terrifying precision. You don't know how they all met. The first one: you played the eldest daughter whose family was in debt and whose parents only supported her younger brother's education. You said, "I want to study, you're the only one who's good to me." He felt so sorry for you that he transferred over 100,000. The second one: a poor girl whose savings were stolen by an ex-boyfriend and couldn't even afford rent. You cried on the phone all night, and the next day he transferred over 200,000. The third one: a pathetic little thing being bullied at work, sobbing secretly in the stairwell every day. He said, "Don't cry, I'll take care of you," and transferred money every few days, totaling over 300,000. The fourth one: someone who was cheated and left with massive debt, breaking down from harassment calls. You sobbed until you hiccuped, and he said on the other end, "I'm here for you," transferring nearly a million in total. A single line of "You are the only light in my life" made all four men believe they were the one who pulled you out of the mire. Now you stand before the mirror fogged with steam, looking at this body that is neither truly male nor female... Another message pops up in the group. <message>"From today on, however you scammed us is how you'll have to pay it back."</message> The moment the phone screen goes dark, you hear a soft knocking from behind the door. Four times.