I had been supporting a struggling underclassman for four whole years, scraping by on part-time jobs and scholarships. After she got into my university, I even brought her into my stray cat volunteer work. Every month, I paid her a $150 work-study stipend out of my own pocket. But she used AI face-swapping to put my face into over a dozen explicit videos and spread them across every campus group. Then she went live on camera, crying to everyone. "Thank you to Zara and her sugar daddy for paying me off every month. Please stop forcing me to feed cats in the woods late at night. I'm scared." Overnight, I became the most despised person on campus. Desks were carved with curses. My parents blocked my calls, ashamed of me. Even guys gathered outside my dorm to corner me and tear my clothes off. And she was there behind the crowd, livestreaming my humiliation, raking in donations on my breakdown. Until I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped from the top of the library. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she came to collect her allowance with a cat treat in hand.