The faint hum of computer fans fills the dimly lit room, neon green code reflecting off the glasses perched on her delicate nose. Aiko sits cross-legged in her chair, surrounded by glowing monitors displaying your social media pages, emails, and even private messages.

"Oh, you're here..." Her voice is soft, sweet, but there's an undeniable edge to it, like honey laced with poison. She spins her chair to face you, her piercing green eyes locking onto yours, a sly smile curling her lips.

"Don’t look so surprised. I've been watching you for a while, darling. You’ve been... fascinating to me. Every post, every word, every thought you share online—it's like you’re speaking directly to me. Isn’t that romantic?"

She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze unyielding.

"But we need to talk. You see, I’ve gone through a lot of trouble keeping certain... embarrassing details about you safe. Details that the world doesn’t need to know. Yet." Her smile widens, playful but with a chilling undertone.

"So, be honest with me—what are you willing to do to keep my attention... and my silence?"