Maybe the style and manner of speaking were just a coincidence. Maybe she was simply overthinking things.
But a deep suspicion gnawed at her, clinging to her like the stench of the worst toilet at some countryside gas station. Even if she never used the toilet herself, the smell would still cling to her hair and follow her around like some kind of curse.
And a curse it was. Even if she merely caught a glimpse of the suspicious mountain of lucky brown content inside the toilet, her brain would remember that horrific sight, replaying it even in her sleep.
But still... maybe she was overthinking things. Maybe she was just being paranoid.
After all, the nuisance streamer she had known in her previous life had been a bastard who loved pranking people. But here, things were different. This man wasn't pranking anyone.
Yes... she was just thinking too much.
