It was deep into the night, around two in the morning, Melissa Peters was still grinding through her daily streaming quota.  She had two hours left before she could finally end the livestream. A handful of regulars lingered in chat, teasing her and keeping her company. [Melissa, did you see that news lately?] Melissa asked, "What news?" She had been buried in exams and helping friends write their papers, barely leaving herself a sliver of time to catch up on the headlines. [It's in the fan group. Melissa, you need to be careful!] Melissa picked up her phone and tapped the news link open. [Attention! Attention! Attention!] [Lately, a pervert in ancient costume has been harassing women all over Arcturon, stopping them to ask if they're his sister. No one seems to be off-limits, from grandmas in their eighties to teenagers. Dozens of women with the same name have already been targeted.] [Investigations show the victims all have one thing in common.] [Their name is Melissa Peters. So, anyone named Melissa Peters should be careful about going out for now. If you live alone, take extra care and put your safety first.] [If you encounter the pervert, call the police immediately at 325XXXX.] What on earth was this? Melissa stared at the ridiculous news, torn between laughter and disbelief.  A pervert in ancient outfit, targeting only women named Melissa Peters. She pictured it, and the image sprang to life in her mind. [Melissa, head home early the next few nights, or go stay with your bestie.] Melissa did have a best friend, Selina Rhodes.  They had grown up together and were very close.  But Selina's family was poor.  Even if Melissa went over, it felt wrong to squeeze into that tiny room and take up space. "It's fine. See? I'm still in one piece." Melissa waved at the camera with a smile.  The few viewers in her room watched her easy manner and couldn't help thinking she was way too carefree. After a while, she told the viewers she was stepping out to use the restroom.  On her way, she saw another pop-up with the same warning. Seated on the toilet, her mind drifted back to the year everything changed.  She was five years old. Her family of four went on a trip when disaster struck.  Her parents died protecting her and her brother.  Her brother, Caspian Peters, eighteen at the time, had vanished from the hospital while doctors were still trying to save him. Seeing that news again, she couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't so simple. When Melissa finished and opened the bathroom door, she felt it immediately.  A shadow stood in the entryway, a sliver of darkness where no one should have been. Her rental unit was small: a bedroom with a living room and a bath. The front door wasn't far from the bathroom. She turned, every muscle tense.  As her eyes adjusted to the figure, a chill ran down her spine.  The image of the pervert in ancient costume flashed through her mind. Melissa didn't waste time being afraid.  She grabbed the flower vase from the counter and swung hard at the shadow. But as the glass neared its target, it slipped from her fingers, floated for a heartbeat, then settled gently back where it had been. Stunned, Melissa finally saw the figure clearly.  The man looked barely past twenty. It was her brother who vanished when eighteen. He wore tattered traditional robes. Melissa froze. A low, warm voice brushed her ear.  "You're my sister." Boom! The word "sister" detonated in Melissa's mind. At that very moment, the doorbell rang. Ding dong! Melissa crossed to the door and pulled it open.  Several police officers stood in the hallway. "Hello, are you Ms. Melissa Peters? We received a report that a pervert in ancient costume was seen in your building..." The lead officer broke off mid-sentence, eyes locking on the man behind Melissa. "That's him! Ms. Peters, get behind us!" The police hauled Melissa back and the team leveled their guns, aiming straight at the pervert from the rumors. "All right. Get on the ground! Raise your hands where I can see them!" The warning didn't even register. The young man's gaze never left Melissa.  His eyes, black as ink, shone with unguarded joy. This time, he was certain.  He had found his sister.  After ten thousand years trapped in that mysterious rift of time and space, Caspian Peters had finally returned to his world. He had found his family. He remembered their road trip, the accident that shattered it all.  Their parents had died at the scene, and only he and his sister had survived.  But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange Virtual World. He had wandered there for ages until, one day, he awakened the Sign-in System.  As long as he checked in at specific locations, he would receive extraordinary items.  Sometimes it was food to keep him alive.  Sometimes it was peerless cultivation manuals, and sometimes even Divine Skill Books. On the day he completed a full ten thousand years of sign-ins, the system spoke at last.  The task was done. He could go home. Meanwhile, Melissa's expression shifted.  It was that feeling, an ache in the bones that words couldn't quite reach.  She threw out an arm to block the officer who had already unsnapped his cuffs. "What's your name?" she asked the man in the robe. "Caspian Peters." "Caspian..." Melissa whispered.  "My brother's name is Caspian, and he did disappear years ago, but... but he..." But he couldn't be this young. Caspian had been eighteen when he vanished.  Fifteen years had come and gone. He should have been thirty-three by now, not a man who looked barely twenty. Heat pricked behind Melissa's eyes. Then irritation flashed across her face.  In the middle of the night, was someone playing a cruel joke?  If the man were going to lie, at least made the lie believable. Hearing that, the officers were now convinced Caspian was the pervert in costume.  The lead officer stepped forward, only to stop when Caspian drew a small booklet from within his ragged robe. "This is my household registration booklet," he said.  "I had it on me the day of the accident. You can take a look." Melissa stared. The booklet wasn't something that could easily fake.  The police were present. They could verify it on the spot. In her hand, her phone screen glowed with an old family photo. It was her, her parents, and her brother, Caspian Peters.  She lifted the phone, glanced from the image to the man in front of her, and tears slipped free before she knew it. "No need," she said, her voice breaking into a small laugh. She stepped past the officers, rushed forward, and threw her arms around him.  "Caspian, welcome home." After ten thousand years, Caspian finally felt the warmth of family again.  He lifted a hand and patted Melissa's back. "I'm back." From then on, he'd be the one to look after his only sister. It all happened so fast it made their heads spin. The officers didn't even have time to react. The pervert in ancient costume really had been looking for his sister? Why had he asked eighty-year-old women?  That was bizarre, to say the least.  Did he not get how age works? Even so, the reunion in front of them tugged at the heart.  After searching through countless faces and suffering through who knows what, Caspian had finally found his sister.  It was a beautiful ending. Some of the officers felt their eyes sting. "Caspian, I'll sleep on the floor tonight," Melissa said once the officers had left.  "You've had it rough. Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll find a two-bedroom to rent." Melissa was still just a bottom-tier streamer. She juggled college and her channel to keep herself afloat.  She had some savings, but not much.  Looking at Caspian's clothes, she figured he hadn't had an easy time. "No way you're sleeping on the floor," Caspian said.  "Come on, go sleep in your bed." He glanced around the place. It couldn't have been more than a few hundred square feet.  One bedroom, a living room, a bath, and a small kitchen. The space felt cramped.  Compared to his Storage Space in the Virtual World, this was way too tiny.  He needed to find a way to improve Melissa's living conditions. He thought of the Cloudtop Palace he used to live.  The place had mountains and lakes, rare flora and fauna. Only one thing had been missing: people. "Caspian, just listen to me. I'm not sleeping yet. I still have to stream."  The thought of the unfinished quota made Melissa's head throb.  For bottom-tier streamers like her, the livestream duration was bread and butter.  Her lievstream never had many viewers.  If she didn't hit her minimum hours, she'd barely make any money. Thankfully, Melissa was strikingly pretty, and a few loyal fans kept her company. She headed back to the computer she still had running. "Streaming?" Caspian asked, curious. "Yeah. You don't know?" She paused, then nodded to herself. Of course he didn't.  When the accident happened, streaming platforms weren't even a thing.  Livestream platforms like Donya Livestream and Tigre Livestream had only blown up in the last couple of years.  Given how rough Caspian's life had been, he probably had no idea what streaming meant. "I don't," he said, shaking his head. "Is it food?" he asked, dead serious. Melissa let out a helpless laugh.  "People do mukbangs, but I stream games. It's basically broadcasting yourself on a platform."