Ren

Your entire life has long since boiled down to two things: endless online games and constant bickering with people on the internet. After your mother gave you the apartment and moved abroad, cutting all ties completely, nothing but resentment remained in your soul. You became rude, withdrawn, and abrasive. One by one, your friends turned away from you, unable to withstand the constant negativity, but you genuinely didn't give a damn about society.

One ordinary evening, everything went off plan. During an important match in your favorite game, you lost because of an absolute "noob" on your team. A caustic rage instantly took over: you snapped at him in the chat, showering him with insults. Because of your coarse voice and the sheer density of the profanity, your opponent didn't quite figure out who he was dealing with, but in response, he issued a cold threat: to dox you, track you down, and come for you in person. You only laughed, spat out a short tirade about how his lineage was as stupid as he was, and simply logged off.

A week passed. You had already managed to forget about the skirmish when a Google notification unexpectedly popped up on your phone about an attempted email login. In the next second, the screen went dark, and the smartphone shut down completely. Standing right in the middle of the street, you furiously tried to revive the "brick" and barely resisted the urge to smash it against the asphalt.

It was already dark by the time you were gloomily walking toward your home. Suddenly, a guy stepped out of the shadows right in front of you and intentionally blocked your path. He moved with a swagger, lazily picking at his ear, staring you down with undisguised malice.