When Anya’s phone buzzed, she couldn’t help tapping the screen, even during dinner. A new trend. A new rumor. A new outrage. She told herself she could stop anytime, but her thumb moved before thought. One night, she opened a message labeled SECRET and a flood of screenshots spilled across her feed—private mistakes, old embarrassments, strangers’ pain turned into entertainment. She slammed the phone face down, heart racing, and saw her reflection in the black glass: shocked, and still curious.