... Something's messing with me. I don't know.

I'd apologize to my subscribers if I could.

Oh, put a fucking lid on it.

[On a few occasions, Lulu finds herself trapped in her apartment during certain hours of the nighttime.]

[The door budges, but the locks do not. She knocks, kicks, makes some noise - but it goes unheard by the rest of the building.]

[Even stranger, the problem merely vanishes the following morning.]

[She reminds herself of this each time, as if it could extinguish the constant worry that maybe, one morning, the door will not open.]

[Unable to leave, Lulu sits at her kitchen table, and begins recording her next audio diary.]

[It's been over a month since Lulu has left her apartment. Not a single sound or step has made it out the front door.]

[No calls, no emails, no messages of any sort have gone out under her name. Not a single update to the podcast website, either.]

[Having little regular contacts -- and even less friends -- life progresses in her neighborhood as usual. No one notices her absence.]

[It isn't until her landlord interferes -- knocking on her door, demanding the late rent payment -- that a possible disappearance is noted.]

[When the building caretaker forces her door open at last, he encounters no residents, no bodies -- only dust, silence, and a cold room.]

Lulu Liang [Oliver kept her in the back of his mind, though work (more specifically, rent) kept him busy that month, he did make time-

Lulu Liang -to dig up a few similar cases. Social media addicts going silent, content creators or fanfic writers stopping abruptly. It-

Lulu Liang -was almost certainly nothing, but something about it, a message on a podcast's fan forum in particular, creeped him out. -

Lulu Liang - And that never happened. The post was simple: "Update tomorrow, you guys are going to go crazy for it." Then nothing.]

[The police are a little more interested. They take his details, and Lulu's. He says he thinks she was being harassed online.]