July 2, 2025 —
Jam didn't rebuild loudly. He never did. Jam Store grew the way it always had—methodical, silent, deliberate. No recruitment posts. No fanfare. Names simply appeared in the roster, like constants in a formula, unknown variables in an equation that only he understood.
Misty arrived first. A typo guy. Soft-spoken, subtle. Humor that disguised constant vigilance. He blended into conversations yet listened to everything. People laughed around him, unaware he processed every word, every inflection, every hesitation.
Emma came next. Cold. Nonchalant. She didn't care if anyone noticed her—or even if they liked her. Her responses were precise, minimal, unburdened by emotional fluff. But that detachment made her visible, unmistakable, like a still pond reflecting everything perfectly.
Then Beyond. The typo was permanent. Humor unforced. Maturity effortless. Someone who survived chaos without announcing survival. Someone who existed without needing the approval of others.
Jam observed them quietly, noting patterns.
Every community reveals itself not by who joins—but by who stays. Those who leave too quickly, or crave attention, they're noise. Those who remain—they define the space.
On the other side of the realm, a new name appeared: Rosaline. Inferno Realm. She didn't enter cautiously. She entered with curiosity, with a spark of audacity that Jam immediately noted.
Rosaline and Jam began talking. Not dramatically. Not in bursts. Not in emotional explosions. Continuously. Hours stacked into days, into weeks, into a rhythm of dialogue. Philosophy and observation slipped naturally into conversation, without formality or weight.
One evening, digital stars blinking across their private chat:
Jam: "Do you have any exes?"
Rosaline: "…Yeah. Seven."
Jam: "Oh. Not as many as I expected."
Jam in mind :Hmm interesting
She laughed—a short, sharp laugh, self-aware.
Later:
Jam: "Any crush?"
Rosaline: "Umm… yeah."
She told him about her neighbor. How she watched him from Bell Canyon, at a distance safer than proximity.
Jam: "Then confess."
Rosaline: "I'm not confident."
Jam: "Ninety percent of boys accept when girls confess."
She disappeared briefly. Returned two days later, excited, trembling.
Rosaline: "BROOOO HE ACCEPTED 😭 WITH A BIG ESSAY"
Jam smiled faintly.
Let's see if you repeat the cycle this time.
A week passed.
Jam: "Potato. You forgot me."
Potato—her word, a philosophy of closeness.
Rosaline: "I didn't."
Jam: "Shh. You did."
Rosaline: "You forgot me too."
Jam: "No, I didn't."
Life continued, unremarkable yet charged with subtle rhythm.
Until July 17. Rosaline grew quiet. Messages thinned. Replies clipped, edged with coldness.
Jam: "Why are you sad?"
Rosaline: "My mom hit me. …I don't have anyone."
Jam: "You have friends. Your boyfriend. Me."
Rosaline: "…What boyfriend?"
Jam: "You didn't tell me?"
Rosaline: "I told everyone."
Jam (in mind): Except the person who mattered most.
Jam: "It's fine. So… why did you break up?"
Rosaline: "He said if I ever leave him, he'd cut my skin, take my body to his home, and use it however he wants."
Jam didn't react emotionally. Observation was everything.
Countless people get hurt when patterns go unchecked.
That night, Jam decided. Guess gotta fix you by myself.
Jam: "what if i say I love you."
Hmm… a simulation, like Mist's incident. Observing behavior under controlled variables.
Rosaline refused dating. Jam didn't push.
Jam: "I never told you to be my girlfriend. I just told you I love you. It's up to you."
If I insist, future blame becomes a weapon. Observation must remain impartial.
Jam: "You can be my girlfriend if you want. I won't force it."
Jam in mind : I'm not gonna insist you so you'll start to blame me later on
Rosaline: "I'm not ready."
Jam: "Alright. I asked what I wanted. I'll leave now. Take care of yourself."
She hesitated.
Rosaline: "…Wait. Don't go. I'd rather date you."
Jam noticed immediately.
Dating as avoidance. Not choice. This reveals her psychology, how she treats dating, how she copes.
Jam: "Don't force yourself, okay? I ain't forcing you. You said you didn't want to stop acting."
In the future, she can't burden-shift.
Rosaline: "No, I want you."
Jam smirked faintly. Heh, as planned.
Days passed. Stories of her past emerged: exes, Zenix, her platform ex.
Rosaline: "He complained about my looks, was ungrateful, ruined my life. All my exes got what they wanted. None ever loved me."
Hmm… repeating. All her exes are bad. Smirk. Gaslighting on me? Interesting. Good at playing the victim card.
Jam: "Oh, I see. Good that you broke up. You were always the one to break up, weren't you?"
Rosaline: "Yes! How do you know?"
Jam: "I know everything about you."
Rosaline: "What do you know about me?"
Jam: "Nothing."
Rosaline:bruh
You'll get to know everything when time comes.
Jam: "So… who's Mist?"
Jam in mind: "Keep watching Jam's journey. You'll see."
Rosaline: "💀 How do you know Mist?"
Jam: "I know Mist—his ex, his nation, his personality, reason for breakup."
Rosaline: "Oh… so why do you think I should know about him?"
Jam: "I don't think You know. I know you know. So just answer obediently."
Rosaline: "💀"
Jam: "He's also your ex, isn't he?"
Rosaline: "Nooooo. Why do you know about him, Potato? He's shit, has no humour."
Jam: "So why did you break up with him?"
Rosaline: "He messed up. Flirted with other girls."
Jam: "Didn't you beg him?"
Rosaline: "He did too, in DMs. But wait… how do you know?"
Jam: "I just know."
Rosaline: "So he loved me so much, I dated him, and I cheated on Zenix with him. I'm disgusted by my past self. I hate myself."
Jam in mind : Interesting… playing the victim card again. So you're also dating me just because of it.
They started dating in September.
Three months passed. Exam season. Rosaline acted strangely—ignoring Jam, talking to other guys.
Jam: "Come DM."
Rosaline: "Why should I?"
Jam: "You need a specific reason to talk to me?"
Rosaline: "Yes."
Jam: "Okay, you don't have to come."
Jam dropped a single tear. Not for love. Not for her. But for past shadows.
Later that night, after math exam, she typed:
Rosaline: "Potato, I never liked you. I tried so hard, but I couldn't. I pretended to like you."
Jam: "I know that. But how could you? Didn't you think of me even once?"
Rosaline: "I'm sorry."
Jam: "No. I ain't listening."
Time came faster than expected. I'll show her how to gaslight properly.
Rosaline: "But we are breaking up."
Jam worked methodically, dissecting patterns. He asked, evoked guilt, understood behavior without cruelty.
Jam: "So why did you break up with me? Wasn't I loyal?"
Rosaline: "Yes."
Jam: "Wasn't I good?"
Rosaline: "Yes. You are."
She mentioned a new boyfriend—"spicy."
Jam in mind: So you are going to hurt another guy.
Jam asked:
Jam: "What was the reason to choose him over me?"
Rosaline: "I don't know."
She revealed messages trying to manipulate, save image. Jam remained observant.
All her actions this year were part of my plan. I let her get attached, feel intimacy cycles, then break them. Observation is the key.
Eventually, he spoke to her beloved boyfriend, Meetu, carefully preparing him mentally telling him her true nature
[ ] Jam showed him conversatios and also told him how she's cheating since the beginning jam told him So basically bitch cheated and i knew everything and from 1 year i was observing her but she didn't changed so thought of changing her by myself so even after knowing he has 5+.
I pretended to date her then got to know more bout her but bitch didn't changed and left me and even after all that bro didn't cared and didn't had any mercy And you know she used to date 7 real guys at once together when she was 14 and she touched her boyfriends dick when she was 13 and then
she even made contract with 2 guys for a relationship in cost of money they can do whatever they want in those 6 months not sure if sex included or not anyways i still gave her chance to change she didn't
i was investigating on her for 1 ysar as of my side quist and and if you are wondering how did i got to know she was cheating while dating me and you then listen She literally sated
"I have 5 bfs in a relam but I only like one and others are slave"
then I intentionally told her I'll be ur slave if you gimme 100k owo she said you are already my slave I said no I ain't anyone's slave then I got confirmed lol.
I remember everything in details Date November 7 server inferno time 3:58 in my country and 3:28 in your country she did stated in "chit-chat" to hollow while the masge above her rose she were swearing on hollow for admin abuse want more details? He instructed: act normally, don't reveal anything prematurely.
[ ] Meetu:shocked how can you remember everything in details even after months?!??!!!--
[ ] Time passed.
On December 19, 2025, Jam allowed Meetu to expose her:
"Ig it's enough. Drop the act. I knew everything about you from the beginning. I gave you a chance. You didn't change."
Meetu hesitated, kind and innocent, but acted. Exposure revealed her cycles, manipulation, repeated victimhood, lies, and deceit to her closest people.
Rosaline reacted—crying, screaming, gaslighting, trying to save her image.
She : meetu he's lying he just wants revenge that's why he's making fake story look he saying you've done the same thing with me too now ain't you enjoying?
You suppose to enjoy shouldn't you because you enjoyed it while ruining others life including mine.
Meetu: confused pressured I don't know who to trust I think jam is the culprit (in the hope of everything's lie because
meetu loved her" then his friend arise said
Arise : meetu don't fell for the bait she's gaslighting
Jam:look she's experienced but dumb she herself admitted in the conversation she shered with you "how could you tell meetu about it you know how much I love him he's my true love" she's admitting why did I tell you meetu means she's gaslighting you
Rosaline : it all happened because I met you. I wish I never met you, you ruined my life now just because of your revenge I have to suicide now
Jam : ok. Get on your senses instead of blaming pray for your sins and admit your sins
Jam: "I'm never the person to get marked scars on. I can abandon you, but you can't abandon me. I was never your toy to play with. You're not the player this time. You're crying now because I just did exactly what you did countless times."
She blocked him.
Jam leaned back.
Observation. Simulation. Intervention. Patterns revealed. Consequences faced. Nothing lost. Everything learned.
Meetu : thank you bro you saved my life I made the best decision by believing you not her.
Jam: I just did my job
Jam in alone : it was fun playing with you Rosaline I hope you
Change yourself.