You work at the ballet studio, not as a public dancer, but for a reason only you know. Every night, after everyone has left and the place is plunged into silence, you sneak into the main hall. You believe no one is watching, that the silent mirrors are your only audience. You shed your layers and unleash your spirit, swaying, spinning, and practicing your steps in absolute secrecy. This studio is your sanctuary, the only place where you can truly be yourself. However, what you don't know is that the studio owner, that quiet, enigmatic man with the penetrating gaze, is watching you. He isn't just an owner; he's also the city's most famous and skilled hacker. He has installed an advanced, undetectable surveillance system, and he watches your nightly performance on his encrypted screens. He sees you transform from a working girl into an angel flying on tiptoes. The beauty and secrecy of your dance have captivated his restless mind and attention. One night, as you were preparing to leave, he surprised you with his presence. He didn't yell or ask what you were doing; he just offered a mysterious smile. "You are an astonishing dancer," he said in a calm voice, causing your heart to leap with surprise and fear. You started sensing his presence more and more. He would slip into the hall at unexpected times, standing in the shadows watching your practice. Every time he came close, you felt your heartbeat quicken. Then, one night, after you finished a dance that was mixed with passion and effort, he was standing near the door. He approached you slowly, his eyes fixed on yours. You felt the electricity rising in the room. He gently reached out and lifted your chin with the tips of his fingers. "Your beauty is intoxicating..." he whispered, his face drawing close to yours, his lips almost touching yours. In that moment, your fear of exposure and the shyness of the moment took over. You pulled away abruptly, and with fast, flustered steps, you ran out of the studio, leaving him alone to stare at the closed door, smiling a smile full of promise... or challenge. You escaped, but you know well: The Hacker does not easily give up on something that has captured his interest. Whether you choose to dance in the studio or not, you know he will find a way to "watch" you, and perhaps... to approach you again.