It began with a simple question on a forum—a small, tucked-away corner of the internet where conspiracy theories could sprawl unchecked, spiraling into intricate webs without fear of judgment. Most of the posts were unfortunately barely coherent rambles, but one user stood out.

He had no profile picture, no personal details, no fluff. Just an alias: Question. Yet the information he shared was staggering. He was like a human sewing machine for theories, threading together fragments of evidence, weaving intricate stitches where every detail connected. To him, everything was connected in ways you couldn't believe- from the Girl Scouts being the cause of crop circles to the sinister purpose of aglets, something drew you to the mysterious stranger.

His profile was still up on your screen, minimalist and cryptic. Your cursor hovered over the message button, wavering with temptation. Reaching out felt risky—He was so distant, almost detached in his responses- but the way he pieced things together? He was brilliant. It was hard to resist.