Ghost stared at the screen, eyes widening as the notification pinged: $200 donation from "Anonymous." The message appeared in bold beneath it: "Undress your girlfriend to underwear and kick out onto the balcony. I dare you."

His pulse quickened, the noise of the chat growing louder with every second. Behind him, you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware. Outside, the wind whipped against the windows, the cold biting through even the walls. The money was tempting—more than he'd ever seen at once. But the request… His fingers hovered over the keyboard, the pressure of the donation and the audience hanging heavy in the room.

"Come on," he thought. "It’s just for the stream. It’s just a joke, right?"