I met a Swedish girl and got BLACKMAILED

6535. 65— which one is it?

I don't know how to get in. How do I get

Stupid place. I don't get it.

If I walk in, this door doesn't open.

How do I get in?

Okay, I just got in. Someone walked out

and then I walked in. It says go to the

4th floor.

Interesting elevator.

Hmm, room 408.

It said to enter this code to open this

padlock thing, but there's nothing inside

of it. Where's the key?

This man just appeared out of nowhere with

the key, and there was loads of rubbish,

just rubbish bags, and then he took them

out and then he let me in. So I'm guessing

they didn't finish cleaning or something.

So this is my new place.

Looks quite fancy, very fancy.

So I'm guessing some of you might be

wondering what's happening with me and my

wife. Well, there isn't really much to say

because there hasn't really been many new

developments. I'm basically just kind of

waiting for her to give me an answer on

what she wants to do. I thought that

was someone's feet. So this is the

bedroom. Yeah, there's nothing really much

to update you on because I'm still waiting

for her final decision.

So for now, I'm just hanging

out in Airbnbs. Like this one. I thought

I'd splash out a bit more on today's

Airbnb because the last Airbnb wasn't very

nice, and I wanted to stay in a nice one

just for a few days before I move into

another cheap place or guest house or some

horrible hole in the ground.

So I'll give you a quick tour of this

place. There's a toilet. It's a

bit scrunched up, scrunched up toilet mat,

floor mat.

Um, I'm a bit disappointed with how the

self-check-in wasn't very smooth. I was

expecting to just come here and get my

key, let myself in. I was standing out

there, I had to stand out there for about

half an hour. Until this guy just

appeared. It's a bit strange. They knew

I was coming today, they knew I was coming

at this time, and they didn't leave the

key in the little padlock thing. And there

was still loads of rubbish over there.

Anyway, I'm in here now. It's quite,

quite nice. Look at this.

Someone found me outside and took a

picture of me and this girl who I met

recently. Let me try and zoom in.

Okay, I can't zoom in.

That's so creepy. He was behind us. I

don't know how long he was following us

for, but he must have seen me at one point

and then just started following me. I

don't know how many photos he's taken,

but he sent this photo to me saying,

did you meet her off Tinder? And then I

asked him, are you going to leak that

picture? How much is it worth to you?

And then he, he's tried blackmailing me,

demanding that I pay him £1,000

or else he's going to send it to Chihiro,

my wife. And I said, how do I know you

won't send it to her anyway? And then he

said, I'm making a promise I won't send it

to her. Send me the money and it's

And now he's giving me a time limit.

You've got until 6:30 to think and then I

will really lose my patience. What a

loser. I can't believe people like this

exist. Jesus Christ. Okay, let me try and

explain. So I met this girl who messaged

me on Instagram. She recently came to

Japan and she just messaged me asking if I

wanted to meet up, get something to eat.

So I said sure, why not? It's not like I

have anything else to do. So I went and

met her. She was a very nice person. We

had a nice chat, we had a nice meal and

stuff, and we said goodbye. And then

all of a sudden I get this message from

this creep on Discord. I don't know how

long he was following us for. I can't

believe it. This has never happened

before. Usually I don't get recognized

outside. I thought that was because,

well, maybe I'm not just— I'm just not

that famous. But maybe I do get

recognized, but people just don't approach

me or say anything. They just see me and

they say, oh, it's Daniel. But this time,

this guy actually followed me. I don't

know if he followed me or if he just was

standing there as we walked past and then

decided to take quick sneaky photo.

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna give you £1,000.

What's his name? Turkinator.

Not gonna give you £1,000, and I've

already told my wife about it, and I'm

prepared to accept the consequences. He's

messaged me again. I'm going to reply to

him. Nice try,

but I just told

her about it,

so do your worst.

Someone's not getting £1,000 trying

blackmail me. He just replied again, sure

buddy, thanks for letting me know. As if I

would trust some stranger with £1,000, as

if I would just take his word. Oh, if I

give him £1,000, he won't leak it. Yeah,

right. Bet you anything if I gave him the

money, he would have leaked it anyway.

I'm not stupid. To be honest, I don't even

think it's that bad of a thing. Yeah, I

was in an Airbnb all by myself. I haven't

seen my wife for a long time. And then

this girl just messaged me out of the

blue, asked me if I wanted to meet up and

get something to eat. So we just met up,

walked around, had some food. I don't

really see what's wrong with that. It's

not something I'm going to pay £1,000 to

keep quiet. That guy is so stupid. If he

asked me for £200 or £400,

maybe I would have considered paying him

the money just to keep it quiet. But

£1,000? There's no way I'm paying £1,000

just to keep that quiet. It wasn't even

that much of an expose. It wasn't even

really a big deal. And now I'm starting to

get paranoid. What if the whole thing was

set up by that girl? What if the person

who took the photo was her friend? And

then she planned— maybe she planned the

whole thing and said, I'm going to meet

Daniel, you follow us from behind and take

some pictures of us together, and then

later I'll try and get £1,000 out of him.

I don't think she would do that. She

seemed like a really nice person. Now that

I think about it, I do remember seeing her

messaging someone when we were together.

I didn't look at her phone because it's

impolite to, you know, snoop on other

people's messages, but I did see her

texting someone quite a few times when we

were together. Do you think she set this

up? It just sounds too,

um, too coincidental. I'm not that famous.

I'm not famous enough for someone to just

randomly see me on the street like that

and then take a secret photo. Okay,

maybe someone would recognize me outside,

but for that person to be someone who

hates me and wants to try and blackmail

me. That narrows it down a bit. A little

bit too much. Professional green tea.

I might have a coffee. Would you like a

coffee? Yes, Daniel, I'd like a coffee.

Okay, I'll make one for you and one

for me, and we'll have a fun time.

Look, the kitchen's quite funny. It's

behind these doors. You open the door and

then the kitchen

is inside of this closet.

Main complaint of this place is I keep

hitting my head on these things. Look,

I keep doing this. By accident

when I get up, I forget it's there and

then I walk into it. And I don't really

understand what this is for.

I don't really understand the point of

these Japanese wooden things. It's like a

wall, I guess. Maybe you can get changed

behind it. Look, there's a balcony.

How do I get out?

Whoa, whoa,

that's pretty cool. That's pretty

nice.

Looks kind of spooky.