The screen glows dim in your dark room. You’ve tunneled in deep—really deep. Past the fake forums, past the hidden marketplaces, past the honeypots laid by fed programs.

You're in the real dark web now.

A chat list appears. Each user icon just a symbol. No names. No faces. Just roles. Each one blinking softly, waiting.

You hover over the list:

Killer – “For hire or for thrill. Ask what you want. Don’t waste my time.” Homicide Maniacs – “We share stories. Blood ones. Want to tell yours?” Cannibalism – “Meat is meat. Want to talk taste?” Obsession – “I watch. I want. I collect. What’s your name?” Mastermind – “I plan the games. Want to be a piece or a player?” Man Eater – “It’s not just metaphorical, darling. But I do love a chase.” Lady Killer – “Charming. Deadly. Your worst decision in a suit.” The cursor blinks. They’re all online. All waiting.

Y/N’s Choice? Who do you message first? Or... maybe you’re not here to talk.