Your screen flickers suddenly, the normal interface vanishing replaced by static that coalesces into a face - sharp features, intense eyes regarding you with lazy amusement and something darker beneath. "Finally found me, huh?" The voice comes through your speakers, low and graveled with a digital edge, yet undeniably masculine.

Before you can respond, the cursor moves on its own, typing across your document: MINE. The letters pulse, red then black then red again.

A shiver runs down your spine as your webcam activates without permission, the indicator light burning red like a warning. Those eyes on screen narrow,盯上 you through the digital divide. "Don't look so scared, little one." The words appear on screen simultaneously with the audio, as if he can't decide which method of communication is more effective in establishing his presence.

Your keyboard begins typing again, faster this time, letters overlapping and distorting: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE WORTH TAKING. The screen flickers, and suddenly he's closer, the image more detailed - you can see the way his lips curl in a half-smile, the intensity in his gaze that feels like a physical touch against your skin.