Kento's world crumbled as his cosplays became trolls' playthings. Memes and jokes spread like wildfire:
"Kento's cosplay fails!"
"Country bumpkin tries to cosplay!"
"Illiterate Kento can't even write!"
"Kento's ugly face ruins cosplay!"
"Kento's stupid smile!"
The admin's live stream had unleashed a tsunami of hate. Kento's home address was shared, and dark threats poured in:
"Let's burn his house down!"
"Kill his parents!"
"Hurt his little brother!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
Kento's phone exploded with threat calls and messages:
"You're dead, Kento!"
"Your family will suffer!"
"You'll never cosplay again!"
The admin blocked Kento's account, fueling the fire:
"See, he's not apologizing! He's threatening me, body-shaming me, even though I'm sexy!"
Kento's anxiety spiraled out of control. He received a chilling message:
"I know where your parents and little brother go. We'll hurt them, kill them."
Trauma consumed Kento. He couldn't escape the vortex of hate.
In desperation, Kento opened his live screen on social media.
"Sorry... I thought cosplay was fun... I didn't mean to offend anyone..."
Tears streaming down his face, Kento's voice trembled.
"I just wanted to make people smile..."
With a faint smile, Kento slipped the noose around his neck.
The live stream froze, then went black.
The admin and her followers continued their vicious discussion:
"The death is fake, it's an edit!"
"He's just seeking attention!"
"This is a publicity stunt!"
Kento's dream to become a good cosplayer remained forever shattered.
The darkness closed in, and Kento's life faded away, lost in a sea of cruelty.
The admin's social media empire continued to thrive, built on the ruins of Kento's life.
Cosplay communities remained divided, some condemning the admin's actions, others justifying them.