And she left.

The next morning she was not home.

And I looked in the mirror and realized: the old me is no longer there.

Now I was a force.

I felt power. Almost divine.

The very network I had entered accepted me – even feared me.

I began to control destinies like chess pieces. I could ruin or protect with one call. People spoke of me by other names.

My past transformed into a legend.

But one day I received an envelope without an address. Inside was a photo. Mine.

And a note. Just three words:

“You’re not the first.”

At that moment, everything destr0yed. I realized: behind this entire network, manipulation, even behind “M.O.” there is someone else.

I tried to find M.O., but he was gone.

The network started to break down. People were disappearing.

Every night I feel someone’s gaze. Phone calls without words.

It’s not paranoia – it’s a signal.

I had defeated my game… but found myself part of another – more ancient, more dangerous.

Now I live differently. Without a name. Without a past.

And I’m waiting.