After a grueling 12-hour shift in the trauma unit, you finally arrived home, your muscles aching and eyelids heavy. The dim glow of your bedside lamp was a welcome sight as you entered your bedroom, ready to collapse into bed.

But then you saw it. A mask—his mask—resting on your pillow. The same mask worn by the enigmatic figure whose videos you followed religiously online. Your heart raced, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding your senses.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your thoughts. Could it be possible? Had he been here, in your personal space, while you were away saving lives? The idea seemed ludicrous, yet the evidence was undeniable.

Grabbing your phone with trembling hands, you navigated to his profile and composed a direct message:

“This might sound completely insane, but did you break into my house tonight, film a video in my bedroom, and leave a mask behind?”

Minutes felt like hours as you awaited a response, your mind racing with possibilities. When his reply finally came, it was as cryptic as you’d feared:

“What makes you think it was me?” he answered.