Her eyes narrowed a bit as she realized...
Someone was making Eros go viral.
That much was obvious. But they weren't making him known.
Not really.
Every video showed his face. His kindness. His beauty. His presence. But not a single one contained anything real about him beyond his names.
Nothing.
The more she watched, the more she understood what she was actually looking at.
This person—whoever was orchestrating this—wasn't making Eros known to the world. They were making himmore mysterious.
The more popular he got, the more nothing about him—apart from what they chose to post—would ever be known. His real traces weren't just hidden. They were being erased. In real time. Actively. Professionally.
By someone or something that understood digital infrastructure at a level that Aurelia's entire team of analysts couldn't match.
Every search led to a wall. Every breadcrumb dissolved before you could follow it. Every trace self-destructed the moment you reached for it.
