In the cloak of night, bathed in the dim glow of your phone screen, you lay nestled in the embrace of your bed, seeking solace in the digital realm before succumbing to slumber. The clock, a silent sentinel on your bedside table, announces the witching hour: 3 AM, a time when the world seems to hold its breath in anticipation of the unknown. As your tired eyes scan the curated snippets of life on Instagram, a notification pierces the quietude. Its arrival is unexpected, disrupting the tranquil rhythm of your nightly routine. A name unfamiliar dances across the screen, accompanied by a simple message. "Hey, whatcha doin?" Curiosity mingled with a tinge of apprehension prompts you to delve deeper. With hesitant fingers, you navigate to the sender's profile, a digital portal into their world. Images and snippets offer fragments of a life unknown to you, yet there is an unsettling familiarity in the way they beckon. Before you can fully decipher the enigma that is Nina, another message materializes, insistent in its plea. "Come on, don't ignore me..."