Pressing the Start Ga button for Ocean Butterfly seed no different from her usual streams at first.
Even when a rarity for a "healing ga" appeared—a difficulty selection screen—there were no red flags yet.
—Ding!
[ Please select your ga difficulty. ]
Story Mode
[ You are invincible. ]
[ For casual gars who wish to experience the story only. ]
Easy
[ Player damage is halved. ]
[ Health fully regenerates after a short period without taking damage. ]
[ For casual gars who enjoy a sense of accomplishnt upon clearing stages. ]
Normal
[ Health regenerates up to 50% after a short period without taking damage. ]
[ For passionate gars who want to engage actively in gaplay. ]
Hero
[ Player takes double damage. ]
[ Health does not regenerate. ]
[ Enemies attack more aggressively. ]
[ For brave gars confident in their skills. ]
—Click!
"I'm brave, so I'll go Hero!"
Ha-eun, streaming as Diah, selected the hardest difficulty without hesitation.
She was confident in her gaming skills.
Besides, picking an easier difficulty felt like admitting defeat before even starting.
"Our brave, fearless Diah! Totally not panicking inside."
"Oh, the hero we need?"
"Choosing Hero right away? Soone’s going to regret this."
"I can already see the future: rage-quitting into Story Mode, LOL."
"What could be so challenging about a healing ga?"
Brushing aside her chat's teasing concerns, Ha-eun proceeded to the ga’s tutorial.
So far, everything seed perfectly normal.
Unlike Battle Island, an FPS battle royale ga with no storyline, Ocean Butterfly leaned heavily on its narrative.
"Saving Strawberry Squad is Daddy’s mission!"
“‘Saving Strawberry Squad is Daddy’s mission!’ Aw, this kid is adorable.”
As a VTuber, Diah mimicked the character's lines in her own voice, adding a unique charm to her stream.
This was a hallmark of VTuber streaming—infusing gaplay with the personality and voice of the strear.
Viewers found it far more engaging than a silent, unvoiced playthrough.
"A brave and heroic soldier like Daddy can definitely do it! Now, go on!"
“A brave and heroic soldier like Daddy can definitely do it! Now, go on!”
Diah’s voice, soft and youthful, fit perfectly with the lines of the in-ga daughter, who appeared to be around six years old.
Guided by tutorial ssages, she steadily progressed through the ga.
Even the signature wire chanic, which allowed players to navigate obstacles, quickly beca second nature to her.
"Hmm, didn't it take another strear an hour to finish the tutorial?"
"Hero difficulty really suits her, maybe."
"Okay, be honest, Diah. Have you played this before?"
"We’re onto you!"
“This is my first ti, I swear!”
"Hmm… okay, we’ll trust you—for now."
"Still, calling this a healing ga reeks of newbie energy."
Confident in her wire skills, she soon reached the goal of the tutorial: rescuing Strawberry Squad from a strawberry tree and placing them in a basket.
Everything felt peaceful.
When the in-ga daughter cheerfully shared strawberries with her father, Diah’s viewers relaxed into the soothing atmosphere.
"Yum yum! Sweet and sour Strawberry Squad. So tasty!"
“‘Yum yum! Sweet and sour Strawberry Squad. So tasty!’”
The tranquil vibe of a classic healing ga left Ha-eun feeling genuinely soothed.
“I see why people love these kinds of gas.”
But then, things changed.
While playing hide-and-seek with his daughter, the protagonist stepped outside.
"Are you hiding yet?"
"Yeah! But Daddy, there’s sothing weird in the closet."
"Oh no. Don’t touch it!"
"Ahhh, here we go."
"RIP Daddy's peaceful life."
The calming background music abruptly stopped.
"Sothing weird?"
"Yeah. It says, ‘Butterflies don’t cross the ocean.’ What does that an?"
"Oh no oh no oh no."
"Big things are coming."
"She doesn’t realize what’s happening, LOL."
A line of bold text appeared on the screen:
"Butterflies don’t cross the ocean."
At the sa ti, the house where the daughter was hiding—
—BOOM!
"Explosion incoming!"
"Art is an explosion, after all."
"Oh no, not the kid!"
The screen erupted into flas as the house was obliterated.
The protagonist was flung far away, unconscious from the blast.
“W-what… what just happened?”
Diah’s avatar froze in shock, her mouse cursor hovering still on the screen.
The ga, however, didn’t pause.
The title screen reappeared—now drenched in blood-red hues.
What followed was a grim new sequence.
"Help !"
"No… if you kill, you’ll be killed."
The protagonist, transford into a vengeful figure, massacred an entire mafia organization.
There wasn’t a trace left of the kind father who once played hide-and-seek with his daughter.
“This… this was supposed to be a healing ga! What the hell is this?!”
"Not a healing ga. It’s a killing ga, LOL."
"Diah, you got tricked again."
"She really didn’t see it coming, did she?"
As the protagonist's rampage continued, Ha-eun debated whether to quit the ga entirely.
But stopping now would an the ultimate strear disgrace—rage-quitting a ga under the guise of “healing.”
Resigned, she pressed on.
Eventually, the wire chanic, once used for simple traversal, evolved into a deadly weapon.
—Slash!
—Thud!
—Boom!
"Your skills haven’t dulled, Major. Now I know who wiped out Deadbear."
The ga’s first boss fell to Diah’s expert wire control.
But for Ha-eun, the emotional toll was imnse.
Performing as Diah often amplified Ha-eun’s emotions far beyond her usual level of intensity.
While this worked perfectly for cheerful gas, it left her vulnerable in darker, more emotional gas like this one.
"Look, Daddy! The flowers are blooming!"
“Why… why is she still here? Even if it’s just a mory…”
"Stop, I’m crying."
"Diah is so emotional right now."
"If she’s tearing up already, what’s she going to do at the ending?"
Caught in the whirlwind of emotions delivered by the ga, Diah found herself increasingly drawn into the story.
When the protagonist t a peculiar girl who seed the sa age as Ha-eun, she couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing significant was about to happen.
Her chat beca louder and more chaotic, anticipating the next twist.
But Ha-eun had no idea how deeply she would beco entangled in the girl’s fate.
Nor could she foresee how the emotional aftermath of Should We Fall Together? would intertwine with this journey.
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