Looks like Louis is right. They died and went to hell. At the whim of the maniac, Tom is the next to answer his ugly questions. And not in correspondence by mail, but in some kind of public chat, in which there are still a lot of strangers.

Tom blushes painfully, because quite innocent questions are interspersed with the most intimate ones, for which even the closest friends are sent to hell. And to answer this when an inspector looms over his shoulder, staring at the screen, and a proger with eyes red from lack of sleep asks for more time so that he can figure out the bastard ......