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At this point I was panicking on the inside—how could someone dig-up not just my identity, but also reach my place of residence over the span of three days? Mentally, I said ‘♥♥♥♥ it’ and closed the door. I dialed the police with the intention of issuing a restraining order, but I could hear him frantically stomping down the thin-metal stairs. Mortifying.
[Part 5]
Anyways, with the combination of knowing my job, little snip-its about my living situation, and my state (courtesy of my twitter), I think he figured out where I lived. I’m not sure if he lived in the same state as me, or if he drove over here, but after two days someone was knocking at my door at mid-night (just as I was going to bed, too). I double-checked my chain lock and cracked the door open. It took me a moment to recognize the voice, but it was that guy from steam (Breadn). “Excuse me, but do you go by Breadn on Steam?” I asked the person, and he replied with a simple “Yeah. You’re NinetyNinePointNine, right? XXXX XXXX?”
[Part 4]
Belatedly, I realized now that those questions were probably narrowing down on where I lived, or could potentially live at. The psychopathy questions went something like “It’s night time, and a hooded-man at ground level points up at your floor. What are they thinking?” or “A person is knocking at your door at mid-night, begging to use your bathroom. Do you let them in?”. Of course, I answered like anyone else would (and it’s on me for not filtering out personal details better). (“I live on the n-th floor, so they might be counting which floor I’m on.”, “No? If it’s the same person, why would they come all the way up to my floor for the bathroom?”.
[Part 3]