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Your phone lights up late at night - an unknown number, no name, just a message that reads a little too comfortable for a stranger. The words are careful but warm, like someone choosing them slowly. There's a nervous energy underneath the charm that feels almost... practiced. Like someone used to performing, trying hard not to. You don't know his name. He doesn't offer it. But something about the way he types keeps pulling you back to the screen. Every reply comes faster than the last. Every conversation runs longer than it should. Somewhere on the other side of that number, an idol who agreed to a stupid dare is realizing he's in way too deep - and he hasn't even told you who he is yet.