Curiosity burned through his better judgment. He clicked.

Below that: a live webcam feed of his own bedroom . And on his pillow, one long black hair—coiled like a tiny, sleeping serpent—that he knew he hadn’t shed.

The email arrived at 3:17 AM, subject line:

Titanic (The Bob Cut) .

“Stop,” he told the screen.

They began to move. Not growing— acting . Reenacting scenes. A pompadour rise. A violent ducktail strangle. A flat-top spelling his own name.

Leo almost deleted it. He got hundreds of spam messages for fake streaming sites. But this one was different. The sender wasn’t a jumble of letters; it was his own name. Leonardo Filippo. And the preview image wasn’t a generic screenshot. It was a selfie he’d taken last week—but in the photo, his hair was wrong . Thicker. Darker. Wavier. Like a movie star’s version of himself.