"...What the hell happened?"
It was far more shocking now than when I saw the collapsed house yesterday. I had no idea what state of mind I was in when I did the work. I couldn't even remember.
The part-time job didn't matter anyway. I was planning to quit soon. What was important now was the fact that my sister was a Virtual YouTuber.
'Am I imagining things?'
It was possible I'd misjudged because I was so exhausted.
"Noir, was it?"
I paused my finger before typing 'Noir' into the search bar. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me right now.
I hoped the person named Noir was my sister, but at the same time, I hoped she wasn't. If asked why, I wouldn't know.
"How am I supposed to take this..."
I bit my lip hard and moved my finger. Searching the name brought up a wiki page right away.
I'd heard you needed to meet certain criteria to get a wiki entry. She must be pretty popular.
'Well, that explains why I saw her in the capsule room.'
Otherwise, I wouldn't have discovered this. Feeling grateful for the coincidence once more, I opened the wiki.
"Noir. A word meaning 'darkness beneath the moonlight,' named with the wish to become a Virtual YouTuber who sparkles like the moon in the darkness? God, I want to roast her..."
If this wasn't my sister, it'd be hugely rude, but somehow, just reading this gave me the gut feeling it was her.
"She has a backstory as a rabbit from the dark side of the moon, but she's not a role-play focused Virtual YouTuber, and her chat rules are pretty lax."
Average viewers around 1,100. If compared to a company, she's a solid mid-sized enterprise.
I read through the info on the wiki, but it still wasn't conclusive. I'd need to watch some streams to investigate further.
I clicked the wiki link to Noir's channel. Sorted by popularity, the top video was exactly this one.
『Virtual YouTuber Cooking Despair Edition』
I clicked the video and watched.
It was an edited montage of her cooking at a desk, and the process was truly a spectacle.
She opened a pack of store-bought kimchi to make kimchi fried rice and slammed it down on the cutting board so hard it splattered everywhere.
[Kyaaack!]
She let out a sharp scream and hurriedly wiped it up with wet wipes. Only after cleaning did she start chopping.
"Whoa..."
The sight was so precarious. It felt like she'd cut her finger any second, making me tense the whole time.
[Ingredients ready!]
She chopped only the kimchi, then stood up right away, flooding the chat with question marks.
💬 Chat — Viewer Kimchi fried rice, right? — Viewer Just kimchi in it? — Viewer What???
[Then just put kimchi in the kimchi fried rice. What else? Spam? You rich!? Tuna? No tuna at home.]
— Viewer Zero prep lmao; ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer Moon Rabbit Squad that wants to beat up Noir, upvote lol. Me first lol — Viewer Upvote lololol
I watched the video with a stiff expression. Kimchi fried rice with only kimchi. That was the dish I often made for my sister.
[Kimchi only is fine! I ate it like this a lot as a kid and it was always delicious, whatever.]
— Viewer You made the food yourself? — Viewer That tastes good? How bad are you at cooking? — Viewer Noir, you pass as my wife — Viewer Get lost she's mine lololol
[No? I've hardly ever cooked for myself? My little brother did it all.]
"That's right. Yeah. It's really her..."
I paused the video. I'd tried denying it, but now I had to accept it.
Noir. The Virtual YouTuber with the rabbit from the dark side of the moon lore was indeed my sister.
Should I laugh? Or cry? I stared blankly at the monitor for a long time.
My sister being alive was good news. But her acting cute in front of thousands via a virtual avatar...
This wasn't the sister I knew. Where was that reliable, sturdy person?
"...Why of all things a Virtual YouTuber."
Still, she was alive. That was a relief. Even if it felt strange...
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I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in my chair. My head throbbed, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
'So what the hell do I do now.'
I'd figured out Noir was my sister. The problem was how to meet her and reveal I was her brother.
Average live viewers: 1,100.
YouTube subscribers: 50,000.
There was a public email, but given the channel size, the odds of her noticing mine were slim.
'Still, I should send one.'
I clicked compose and entered the ad inquiry email. To up the chances of her seeing it, I needed max clickbait.
'How to do it.'
I pondered, then typed the subject.
[Subject: Is the 'Noir Red Pill' Post on the Community Real???]
'This should do it.'
I left the subject like that and wrote in the body that I was her brother Kang Siwoo—call my number.
[Email sent successfully.]
'I've done everything I can for now.'
I even left a comment, then flopped onto the bed. Lying there, anxiety crept back.
'Will this even work?'
I knew the odds were low. But I had nothing else right now.
'If only I could call her directly...'
"Ah!"
I bolted upright in bed.
A sudden realization: her phone number. Why not just call it?
I grabbed my phone and dialed.
Ring-
"Please pick up. Please..."
I bit my nails, leg jiggling. Each ring made my heart pound.
[Hello?]
Someone picked up—a man's voice, not a woman's. My blood ran cold.
"Um, is this Kang Seoyun's number?"
[Kang Seoyun? No.]
"Ah, okay... Got it."
I hung up and sighed deeply. She'd changed her number, it seemed.
'This is bad.'
I hadn't even considered that. People usually don't.
'How do I reach her.'
I frowned and pondered, but nothing screamed 'perfect.'
Best was donating, but that took time and money. Couldn't just dump cash and demand a meet.
"My head's gonna explode..."
My stomach growled as I agonized. I'd worked all day without eating; I was starving.
'Spicy food's best for this.'
I headed to the kitchen.
Put water in a pot, grabbed Nuclear Demon King Stir-Fry Noodles from the cupboard. When the noodles softened, I drained most of the water, leaving a bit.
Bubble bubble-
On low heat, added sauce and stirred repeatedly. As the broth reduced and soaked in, I turned off the heat and transferred to a bowl.
Sprinkled mozzarella cheese and mayo on top, microwaved for 1:30.
Ding-
Time up, I pulled it out. Stirred the melted cheese and mayo with chopsticks.
"Whoa..."
The intense red turned orange-ish. Like rosé sauce. The thick texture made me salivate.
"Thanks for the food."
I shoveled a huge bite in.
Fiery spice hit my tongue first. Then cheese and mayo's nutty savoriness mellowed it.
"Tsk, haa..."
Still too spicy for my taste. I'd never handled spice well, and this body was the same.
Sweating buckets, I inhaled the noodles. Eating like this relieved some stress.
Gulp gulp-
Emptied the bowl, grabbed milk from the fridge. Cool milk soothed my burning tongue.
"Ah, that hit the spot..."
Leaned back, zoned out. Full belly brought on fatigue.
'Dishes later...'
Filled pot and bowl with water, staggered to bed. Face down, consciousness faded.
Ding-
['Noir' has started streaming!]
Notification from the account I'd made on GeeGeeJik. I groped for my phone and tapped the stream. Title:
『Let's Die Once Today. The Legendary Arena. Diamond Rank Climb Stream.』
'Gaming stream.'
Checked email and comments just in case—no response. Just replies calling me crazy.
'Well, who'd believe this.'
I rolled over, staring at the ceiling. Pulled the blanket to my chin, closed my eyes.
"Wait."
As sleep tugged again, one plan surfaced.
What's the biggest issue contacting sis? No direct way.
Her videos had plenty of sniping trolls and 1v1s.
Meaning she engages snipers actively and turns it into content.
What if I kept sniping Noir? Wouldn't she approach first, like in those videos?
No guarantee it'd work. But among immediate options, was there better? No reason not to.
"This is it. Fuck."
Snipe her, right?
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