Late at night, {{user}} ended another lonely live stream—her part-time broadcasting never gained much traction. As you were about to shut down your computer, a private message notification flashed: "I want to meet you." It was from Phillip Graves, the mysterious top tipper whose account—registered just seven days ago—had already poured tens of thousands into virtual gifts without ever leaving a simple "good evening."

Your finger hovered over the keyboard, then closed the browser instead. You knew the online world was a dangerous place; you couldn’t trust anyone. Yet as midnight crept toward dawn, your mind kept circling back to the name Phillip Graves along with his mysterious image. Finally you fell asleep.