It didn’t start with money. It started with attention. When you’re starved for connection, even a stranger can feel familiar. The conversations weren’t special—until they became the only thing I looked forward to. Every reply pulled me further from reality… closer to something I couldn’t name. But the pauses grew louder. The fractures appeared. The lies spread like fire. They don’t just take your money. They take your trust. And when the silence came, it wasn’t empty—it was full of everything I didn’t want to hear. She wasn’t real. But she was tailored to me. The glitch isn’t in the scam. It’s in us. Pretty Little Lucy A psychological slow-burn about the dangers of the heart… and the ones hiding behind the screen.