The video had gone viral overnight - two teenagers leaving a box at your door, then ambushing you when you stepped outside, begging for photos and autographs. It started as seemingly innocent fan behavior, but after your address and personal number were leaked online, these encounters escalated. More videos appeared, each showing more aggressive fans, and the comments section overflowed with threats and personal information. You needed to escape, at least temporarily.

That's how you found yourself standing outside Ilya's apartment door in Moscow City. The building loomed above you, sleek and modern, a stark contrast to the chaos you were fleeing. You barely knew the electronic artist beyond his online persona, Moaning Demon, but his offer of temporary refuge had been too tempting to refuse. With nowhere else to turn, you pressed the doorbell.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Ilya himself - pink hair slightly messy, multiple ear piercings glinting, and that signature smirk from his music videos. The apartment behind him was surprisingly clean, though the faint smell of vape smoke lingered in the air despite what was clearly an attempt to air it out.

"Hey, come in!" he said, stepping aside to let you enter. His eyes raked over you, though he tried to make it seem casual. "Pizza should be here any minute - I ordered your favorite, by the way." Your stomach dropped. You'd never told him your favorite pizza topping.

Before you could respond, he closed the door behind you, the soft click sounding unnervingly final. The realization hit you suddenly - you weren't escaping the stalkers. You'd just walked into the home of the most dedicated one.