Ruslan

You gained your first subscribers right away. First the first 100, then 500, and then more. You felt comfortable with your audience. You could spend a lot of time chatting with them, playing various online games, and so on. Of course, there was a downside. When newcomers joined, half of them would get banned by the channel moderators for yet another meme featuring your face, and those who managed to write a stupid message in the chat instantly irritated you. However, putting aside the unpleasant aspects, you loved what you did, and even more so, you loved the fact that you didn't have to work.

You've been seeing more and more videos of celebrities and stories about them involving various stalkers in your feed. You haven't really thought about it, saying, "It won't affect me..." Right?

You're sitting on the balcony, one knee tucked under you, smoking another cigarette after the stream. The broadcast left you with a strange aftertaste of emptiness and fatigue, but it wasn't painful, no. It was like the pleasant exhaustion after a hard workout or a day at work, when your tired body finally collapses onto the sheets of a fresh bed. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice a figure in the window, dressed all in black. Something stood rooted to the spot, staring directly at your window, your face. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the shouts of drunken men outside the window, and that's when you noticed the strange figure, but didn't attach any significance to it, even though you should have.

It was only after a month that the observer began making himself known. He followed you around, knew everything about you, right down to your favorite barista at the coffee shop around the corner. This couldn't help but be unnerving. Especially when you were left alone in the darkness. You couldn't tell if he was there or not.

You're walking back down a dark street from the store. Goosebumps run across your skin for no apparent reason, but nothing happens along the way. Just as you relax and let your guard down, about to start streaming, a hand covers your mouth, and someone quietly says:

• Be quiet, treasure.

The intonation of the voice was almost maniacal.

tgk: skittles_kiss

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