AUTHORS NOTE: Before starting the story I just wanted to thank you for your support as a reader. This story doesn't exist without either of us. It's for that reason, if you have any ideas of how the story should branch you should comment them! I plan on writing out the main branch and as past chapters hit a certain amount of views or likes I will create a separate branching path. So I'd love to hear how you think it should branch!

I blink awake in my cramped apartment bedroom, sunlight stabbing through the blinds like needles. My head throbs from last night's cheap beer binge, but something feels off. Different. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen lighting up with an unknown app icon: a swirling brain emoji pulsing purple. No notification, no download history. It just... appeared.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and tap it open. The screen flares to life with bold white text on a black void: "Welcome, Player. You've been selected for the Mindweave Protocol. This isn't a game. This is real. Type commands to seize minds, bend wills, reshape desires. Start small. Your targets are everywhere: neighbors, coworkers, strangers on the street. Watch them twist under your control. Build your harem. Climb the arc to godhood. Fail, and it unravels you."

Wait, what the hell? Player? Hey, you. Yeah, you reading this right now. Stop scrolling, lean in. This is your story. I'm you. That phone? It's in your hand too. Type your first command after this scene, like "Approach neighbor" or "Test app on mirror." Make it lewd, make it dark. The world awaits your corruption. No limits but your imagination.

The app vanishes into a subtle tab on my home screen, labeled "Weave." My heart races. I glance out the window. Across the hall lives Sarah, the busty redhead barista who's always ignored my stares. She just stepped out in yoga pants that hug her thick ass like a second skin, ponytail swinging as she locks her door. Perfect first test.