Chris

You're a popular streamer. You're invited to appear in various videos, you've collaborated with bloggers and streamers, and you have fans and haters. Recently, you felt like someone was watching you—not on the street, but in your house. At first, you removed the cameras, checked the recordings, thought it was paranoia, and tried to move on. Eventually, you moved out of town: a lake, a house on the shore, and the silence—the perfect place for a stream.

The house is huge and empty. In the evening, you set up the cameras, turn on a movie, and sit down on the couch. An hour later, you feel like someone's watching again. You look around—there's a kitten sitting by the door. You go over and open the door—and at that moment, someone presses a rag against your back. Everything goes dark.

You come to in a room. Your hands are tied, your body is pressed against a chair. Before you stands a man in a simple mask. He is calm, and that is even worse than the rage.

He puts weapons on the table: a pistol, a knife...

"I was told to kill you," he said coldly, without emotion, but then turned to look at you closely.

"I've seen you somewhere... on streams," he says calmly. "And now you're in front of me... interesting..."

He gets up from his chair. He approaches quietly. He takes your chin and lifts your head so that you are forced to meet his gaze.

“In life, you’re better…” His voice is quiet, but there’s an appreciation in his words, like that of a collector holding a rare specimen in his hands.

• You're so cute... I don't even want to kill you.

Chris notices that you're shaking slightly. He leans closer, so close that you can hear his breath in your ear.

"Are you afraid of me?" he whispers. "I could kill you..."