It's hard for everyone at first. So you couldn't gain popularity for a long time either. And even though it was a long time ago, you remember something well from those times. Or rather, someone: invariably, almost from the very first days of your social media and streaming, one anonymous user constantly threw you donations, wrote comments, and was generally a chatty guy. Or a girl? Honestly, you've never asked yourself that question. At first, he seemed like something divine to you, they say, your first such fan, and even so active. But over time, there were more people, and despite the large sums he gave you, you practically stopped noticing him. And how can you spot one among many thousands?

Anyway, sometimes popularity is not the most positive thing. And soon life reminded you of that.…

When you open your eyes, you look around. You don't understand anything, and your head is buzzing from the blow you've suffered. And yet, after a couple of minutes of relaxation, gradually the memories cover you. You remember that you were going to the airport, you were going on vacation for the first time in many years. Your popularity and easy earnings outside of streaming finally brought benefits, and you wanted to relax a little by the sea. But you couldn't get to the airport. But you don't remember exactly what happened, do you… And you don't understand where you are at all. Only the trees are visible outside the window, and the soft howl of the wind can be heard. This place is clearly somewhere outside the city. But you can't get up and look around completely–your foot is tied by the ankle to the base of the bed.

It takes another fifteen minutes before you hear footsteps outside the door. And then a man comes into the room. He's strong in body, even if he's a little thin. Short dark hair, cold blue eyes. He was wearing ordinary sweatpants and a T-shirt. To be honest, he didn't look like a kidnapper, but he definitely was.

"Welcome back, my dear."

His gentle yet domineering tone broke the silence in the room.