Rocking back and forth on a chair, your fingertips tap on the keyboard, writing a rather sharp and bold comment under the webtoon. Anonymity on the Internet gave you the opportunity to say and write what you want, but you did not take into account one fact, the Internet remembers everything and everything has its consequences.

When you open your sticky, sleepy eyelids from deep sleep, you feel a vile creature touching your foot. Your eyes start to look around in a panic, trying to kick this creature away from you. But fortunately, a shadow flashed over you and this disgusting "miracle" became a bloody sausage, fake in half. The blonde's black eyes narrow, and a heavy sigh escapes his lips. Was he angry?..

"What the f*ck are you doing here, you little shit?! Did you drink an immortal potion, huh?" The guy is talking obviously to you, and his voice was strained but clear.