At exactly 11:00 a.m. on August 22, Caleb Knox woke up to the dull vibration of his phone buzzing on the table beside his bed.
Still half-asleep, he rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and did what he had done every single morning for the past two months—he opened BiliZone.
The follower count loaded.
Caleb froze.
Then he blinked.
Then he refreshed.
The number didn't change.
+20,000 followers overnight.
Caleb slowly sat up in bed, staring at the screen as if it might disappear if he breathed too hard. A second later, a grin spread uncontrollably across his face.
He nodded to himself.
Satisfied.
Because of that single analysis video—breaking down the hidden narrative logic of "Night of the Full Moon"—he had exploded in popularity. Two months of grinding, scripting, editing, and obsessively rewatching game footage had finally paid off.
He wasn't just a small creator anymore.
He had crossed 300,000 followers.
That realization filled him with excitement… and dread.
Because Caleb knew something very important.
These people didn't follow him because of him.
They followed him because of one topic.
And if he stopped talking about Night of the Full Moon?
They would leave.
Just as quickly as they came.
That thought had him biting his nails even before he left his bed.
Happy.
And miserable.
At the same time.
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After a rushed meal that was technically breakfast but emotionally felt like lunch, Caleb sat down in front of his computer. As usual, before opening any editing software, before replying to messages, he followed his long-standing habit.
He logged into the Official Blog.
Specifically, he searched for Northstar Games.
His analysis video had already crossed three million views. It had stirred massive discussion, sparked theory threads, and even caused arguments between lore fans.
Yet strangely…
The developers had stayed silent.
No response.
No clarification.
No denial.
That silence had begun to worry him.
What if I was wrong?
What if I overanalyzed it?
What if I just got lucky?
Then the page refreshed.
Caleb's eyes widened.
Northstar Games had posted.
And the moment he saw the content of that post—
He grinned like an idiot.
Without wasting a second, Caleb slammed the "Start Live" button, then fired off notifications in his fan groups.
Within moments, viewers flooded in.
Hundreds.
Then thousands.
Caleb turned on his camera, pointed directly at the screen behind him, and laughed loudly.
"See that? SEE THAT?!"
"My analysis was flawless."
"Northstar confirmed it. And not only that—look closely. They even prepared a gift for me."
He leaned closer to the camera, smugness practically dripping from his expression.
"I didn't listen to the song beforehand. I waited. Just to prove I wasn't imagining things."
"All of you doubted me before, right? Well look now. This—this right here—is my strongest rebuttal."
Caleb leaned back, crossing his arms, pride practically lifting his chin.
The chat exploded.
[Damn, this guy actually pulled it off.]
[Why did the official account wake up now? Just stay silent forever!]
[Hurry up and play the song, I already watched it—WARNING: IT HITS HARD.]
[The video is insane. No spoilers, just watch it yourselves.]
[The carpenter's ending finally gave his family peace. I can sleep now.]
Caleb snorted twice.
Instead of arguing, he maximized the video to full screen.
And pressed play.
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The screen was completely black.
A soft, disappointed female voice whispered in the darkness.
Then the image appeared.
A young Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a red cloak and small leather shoes, popped out of her grandmother's arms with a mischievous smile. She looked innocent. Warm. Alive.
Then—
Her back.
As the narration continued.
> "When I was little, my best friend in the village was the carpenter's son."
A clear sound rang out—like water droplets striking stone. Gentle. Musical.
> "I never asked him why he always left the village on full moon nights… or why he avoided me after I tried to help him."
The scene shifted.
The young carpenter clutched his arm, fear twisted across his face as he fled from a crowd. Behind him, Little Red Riding Hood stood with her arms spread wide, blocking other children.
> "Now… I understand."
Time passed.
Seasons turned.
A grown-up Little Red Riding Hood sat alone beneath a large tree, book in hand, staring into the shade. Quiet. Isolated.
Caleb leaned forward.
These weren't animations.
They were illustrated panels—beautiful, still, and deeply emotional. The loneliness in her expression was painfully real.
If he hadn't read the comments earlier, he would've assumed another tragic ending was coming.
He steadied himself and kept watching.
The piano faded.
Then a male voice—familiar—entered softly.
> "Love yourself well, and someone else will love you. That's the optimistic version."
Caleb shot upright.
"That's a great line!"
Now that he focused on the music, he realized how good it really was. He'd been so absorbed in the visuals earlier that he barely noticed it.
Who was singing?
The chat answered instantly.
[Sung by Leo Hart!]
[Mooncrest Studio production!]
[Northstar made it, Leo Hart sang it!]
As the lyrics flowed, the visuals changed.
> "The place where fallen leaves land becomes a poem."
Autumn arrived.
Leaves drifted.
Little Red Riding Hood sighed beneath the tree.
Two years passed.
Winter approached again.
Then suddenly—
The style changed.
Just like the opening of the game, the screen flipped like turning pages. Darkness swallowed everything.
A voice echoed.
> "Little Red Riding Hood… can you hear me?"
Green light flashed.
A boat appeared.
Below it flowed a surreal dark river.
Then—
A playful voice rang out.
> "Oh? A new soul? Welcome to the world of the dead~"
Caleb nearly spat his drink.
A witch appeared—black robe, smooth dark hair, sitting on a broom. Her outfit revealed pale thighs wrapped in patterned stockings.
She smiled brightly.
Caleb slammed pause.
"WAIT."
"Is this even legal?!"
"That's the witch?! The same witch from before?!"
"How did she become this beautiful?!"
He hit play.
The carpenter asked the same thing.
> "Are you… Miss Witch?"
She laughed.
> "That's me~ You're the kid who entered the castle with Little Red Riding Hood, right? But how did you die?"
After hearing his story, the witch clapped.
> "Don't worry. Werewolf blood flows in you. You won't fade away. Come—let's find your home."
They sailed together.
The song reached its climax.
> "Time passes, and our story begins."
> "This is the first time I've seen love so generous… and so selfish."
> "You are my keyword."
Caleb's ears twitched.
Keyword.
Heh.
Two lamps appeared.
One revealed the carpenter's uncle, sitting quietly with a bottle.
> "This is family."
Another lamp revealed Little Red Riding Hood, sitting in white pajamas, gazing at the moon.
The witch gasped.
> "Friendship? Love? I don't know."
> "But congratulations. You might return."
> "Remember—ordinary people can't see you."
The carpenter nodded.
> "What about you?"
> "I can't leave. No one remembers me."
With the witch's help, the carpenter sailed out.
She watched from behind, yawning on her broom.
The chat lost its mind.
The carpenter returned to the village as a white wisp.
Winter ended.
Snow fell.
At last, the light reached her window.
> "Little Red Riding Hood, time for bed."
She turned.
Saw the glow.
> "You are my keyword."
The screen went black.
A book closed.
"Night of the Full Moon."
Wolf claw marks.
The video ended.
Caleb slammed his desk.
"No!"
"LET THEM TALK!"
"Damn you, Northstar!"
"WHY IS IT STILL AN OPEN ENDING?!"
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