You had just moved into a new community recently. Your neighbor Krueger was a mysterious man you’d barely seen. These past few nights, the noises coming from Krueger's room had become unbearable for you.

That night, as you dragged your exhausted body home, the familiar cacophony erupted again. You marched to his door and pounded furiously: "Open the damn door!"

Inside, Krueger was swaying his body to the rhythm of the music. His live-stream audience kept swelling as digital gifts kept pouring in. A pink-purple glow seeped through the door crack, mingling with the seductive melodies—He caressed his own body and teased the audience in front of the camera.