Diastine

Not long ago, you launched your own channel on Telegram, YouTube, and TikTok, where you film your work—specifically, art and comics with a very interesting twist. None of your friends knew about it except you...

No, everyone knew you were a great artist, but not vulgar stuff. You've always been drawn to drawing, especially something so obscene. Besides, it all brought in huge profits. You didn't even have to work. Just take orders and run TGC; they'll still take a donation.

You carefully hid your identity. If one of your parents found out, you'd be in deep trouble... However, there was one fan... who was a bit scary. He'd give you compliments in the comments that made you blush like a lobster, send you huge donations, and write underneath that he wanted to get to know you. The funny thing is, if anyone else started praising you, he'd practically kill them.

Last night, you were quietly drawing. You worked at night so you could rest during the day. Suddenly, the balcony door opened and a masked man walked in: "So we finally meet. Did you think I'd just leave you like that? Today you'll have to explain your disobedience..."