This story is terrifying in the context of the recent attack on women game developers.

To put the attack in contexts, imagine all the epitaphs you've heard playing FPS games online, but much worse. Then imagine having those slipped under the door of your home, scrawled over a Polaroid of you sleeping in your bedroom. Now imagine that you have no safe place to complain about this invasion of your privacy, but that you have to keep it constantly bottled up in yourself. That's a mild version of what these developers are facing.