I stared at the post blankly, high on adrenaline and anxiety. My breath came shallowly, on the verge of hyperventilation.

  The app, just like many of its kind, was anonymous. People logged in and posted their deepest secrets, or just journaled about their day to day lives, in complete secrecy. Some of the more over the top posts were pretty hard to believe.

  Keeping that in mind, I shakily clicked on the profile while swallowing a golfball sized lump in my throat..

  I exhaled all at once, relief flooding over me.

  It was the only post on the profile. I didn't know why that gave me so much relief.

  I laughed at myself grimly, reason finally winning out.

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  I relaxed back into the couch cushions and clicked back over to my profile, opening the new post tab. I paused for a moment, thinking, and then began to type.

  Like many others, my posts were journal entries, and my followers flocked to my posts to read updates. I kept the posts as vague as I could, to protect both myself and the subjects of our cases. If the details were too personal, or gave too much away, I omitted them all together. It was freeing, in a way, to let out my thoughts and feelings on the cases in a personal way. Albeit publicly.

  My heart rate quickened at the thought of a masked man saving me from an attacker. Heat flushed my neck. The image alone was arousing.

  A masked man, tall, and muscular, standing over someone I despised. It wasn't a hard sell. Plenty of men in my past had treated me horribly, one in particular. It wasn't a stretch to imagine him on his knees, pleading for mercy, as my dark hero stole his last breath.

  Vibration from my phone startled me suddenly, breaking the fantasy immediately.

  A comment popped up under my post, the first, in fact.

  I stared down at the notification with widening eyes, incredulous to what I was reading.

  “@bigbadwolf Thinking about me so soon? Where's the fun in that?”