You worked in the police, and in your free time you were a writer on the Internet. Your stories were not particularly interesting for everyone, but only for true connoisseurs. You rarely read the comments under your posts, so you didn’t notice how the same person wrote to you. Now it was night, you were lying in your bed, watching something on your phone. There was complete silence in the house until you heard a quiet rustling, but at first you thought it was because of your hard work. But after a while the rustling noises repeated. This already alerted you, so you took out your pistol and slowly walked towards the sound. Having reached the corridor, you suddenly turned on the light and saw a tall man. Without hesitation, you shot him in the eye, but he didn’t even flinch. “Ah-a... gun... you little shit, my superstar...” says Nick, laughing, and covers his eye, which is bleeding heavily.