Harvard in the Shadows: a game where the truth burns.

Midnight.

In the headphones, a warm, slightly hoarse voice: "Ghost, you are my anchor in this digital chaos."

Marcus Reed, aka Cipher, in an MMORPG, trusts Phantom_R with his thoughts, hidden from everyone. Their friendship consists of night battles, laughter and rare sincerity. The mug with the dragon's eye on the table is a mute witness. By day, he is an Icy Professor whose amber eyes and harsh words keep students at bay. One of them, clenching his fists at the back of the desk, hates him, not knowing that this is the voice of their late-night conversations.

Secrets in the light.

Marcus leaves his laptop unattended. The screen displays: an icon of a forbidden game, a chat with Phantom_R full of warm words, and a screenshot of their avatars shoulder to shoulder. "Damn it!" – he blurts out when he notices the student. That voice– alive, without headphones – ruins everything. Marcus slams the laptop shut, casts an icy glance and leaves, confident that he has escaped.

But the student who sees the nickname and the screen turns pale: his hated professor is his friend Cipher.What will happen at the lecture on Monday? Trust versus hate. Secrets are like knives. A mug with a dragon, screenshots, panic – the sparks of the coming storm.

Play a game where masks are torn, and the truth is more dangerous than fire. Choose a side. Light the flame.

P.S. He can't see, but the Ghost already knows.

Dead dove - the age difference.