It's 4.47 a.m. on August 18th, 2025. And somewhere in the world, someone is watching a live stream that's been running for nearly 300 hours straight.

On this viewer's screen, four people are sleeping in what looks like a cramped, messy bedroom. The camera angle is fixed, it's not moving, and it's showing all four bodies sprawled across beds and in makeshift sleeping arrangements.

But something is wrong with one of the men on stream. The man who's closest to the camera, middle-aged, disheveled brown

hair matted with what looks like paint or oil, his face is swollen and bruised, he hasn't moved

in a while. Not the restless tossing of exhausted sleep, not the shallow breathing visible in the other men.

He's completely still. The viewer watches for another minute and then two and then five, but this man

does not move at all. So the viewer typed in the chat. Is J.P. OK? No response from any of the

moderators in the chat. So the viewer decides to donate some money, just five euros,

because donations trigger an alert sound that might wake the others.

The electronic chime plays through the room speakers,

and one of the younger men stirs.

He's got blonde hair catching in the harsh overhead light that's been left on.

He sits up grogly and he sees the

donation message on his phone. Jean's not moving. The donation message reads, the blonde man later

identified as Owen Sinaz and Donati, though viewers know him as Naruto, stumbles over to the still

man in the bed. Jean, he starts shaking him, nothing.

So he grabs a water bottle from the floor

and he throws it at the man's face,

but the bottle just bounces off of him

and rolls away, and Jean does not flinch.

Naruto then slabs him across the face hard

and the sound echoes through the whole live stream.

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