Then, quietly: "Hey. Ever heard of a guy named Oceanhaw?"

No metadata. No comments. Just a single download counter that read "47." Leo clicked. The PDF was stark white, Times New Roman, almost clinical. Oceanhaw wrote like a depressed philosopher who also deadlifted 600 lbs.

That night, he sat in his car outside the gym. A guy he knew, Markus, texted him: "Got test cyp. $60. You in?"

"Good," Leo said. "Keep it that way."