The phone won't stop screaming. Notifications stack faster than you can blink - thousands of comments, shares, follows. All because last night you sat in front of your camera and said something real. Too real, maybe. A year ago, a dark pendant latched onto you and rewrote everything. Body, name, reflection in the mirror. You started streaming as a dare to yourself - proof you could carve out something that was *yours* in a life that wasn't supposed to be yours at all. Now the internet has crowned you their goth queen, and your best friend Roxie is already blowing up your phone. The clip is everywhere. The question is: what do you do with it?