"Link in bio to see the full meltdown when I show him this," Maya chirped as the screen faded to black.

Leo sat in the back of the computer lab, his pulse thrumming in his throat. He’d found the file on his sister’s desktop earlier that morning while looking for a homework template. Curiosity had quickly curdled into a cold, sinking dread. Maya, a budding filmmaker with a mean streak and 50,000 followers, didn’t just "make videos." She made "content." He clicked play.

The scene cut to a montage of Leo’s "greatest hits." There was the time he’d tripped over his own cleats during tryouts, edited in slow motion to a circus soundtrack. Then, a clip of him practicing his "cool guy" hair flip in the bathroom mirror, complete with heart-eye emojis and a caption that read: Main Character Energy (In His Own Mind).