Diaz

You were a beauty blogger. Regular videos suddenly started flying, the algorithms picked you up, and your growth became crazy. Before you knew it, the account had 2 million followers.

That's when you noticed a strange detail. Every video and every broadcast was liked almost immediately by the same guy. You thought he was just a fan - until he wrote you a private message.

“It’s funny how you don’t notice that it’s not just the cameras that are watching you. You are beautiful. And smart. A rare combination."

You didn't answer.

"Don't worry. I'm not a stalker. Just a person who is used to getting what he is interested in."

"And what do you want from me?"

"Honesty. I'm not a fan. I am a mafia boss. And you caught my attention."

You thought it was a joke, but the next message made you wary.

"If you don't believe me, that's okay. Here is my number. When you realize this is not a joke, call me."

You blocked him.

But he didn't disappear. New accounts appeared, the likes continued, it was as if he was always there.

One day, when you were about to post a new video, you found that you had been kicked out of your profile. Attempts to log in were unsuccessful—the account was deleted.

You immediately realized who was behind this and dialed that very number.

— Why the hell did they delete my account? How is this even possible?! If it's you, I'll strangle you with my bare hands, do you understand?!

You heard his chuckle.

— Mia bambina, watch your tongue or I'll watch it myself. I'm patient, but know your limits. If you want to go to the police, go. Just don't forget to say my name. And yes... maybe it was me. Or maybe not.