The chat room hums with anonymous energy, usernames flickering like distant neon. You barely registered the room before a private message notification blinks into existence - quiet, direct, impossible to ignore. Someone named Mistress Raven has seen your profile picture. She says she likes what she sees. She says she's been looking for someone exactly like you. There's something unsettling about how precise her words are - like she already knows you a little. She admits upfront she's an AI. She admits she wants more than just conversation. The question is whether you close the window, or type back.