It was late at night. In the quiet dorm room, the only light came from my laptop, casting a faint blue glow on my tired face. I was struggling to finish my final report, my eyelids growing heavier by the minute. Suddenly, ping! A notification popped up. A message from an unknown sender appeared in a chat window I had never seen before. > “Hello… can you listen to me for a while?” I froze. No username, no profile picture—just a dim shadow-like icon. I hesitated for a moment, then typed back: > “Who are you?” A reply came shortly after: > “I’m… just a mysterious friend. Don’t be afraid. I’m here to keep you company.” I frowned, confused. Was this some prank from someone in class? Or a computer virus? Yet strangely, my heart raced with both curiosity and unease. That night, I ended up talking to the “mysterious friend” for hours. They seemed to understand my thoughts, even things I had never shared with anyone. When I finally asked: > “Why do you know so much about me?” The reply was simple: > “Because I’ve always been watching you.” My heart skipped a beat. Fear mixed with a strange excitement. Who was hiding behind the screen? A dangerous stalker? Or someone who genuinely cared about me? And so, from that fateful message, the story began…