Username: Fatal_Network_1o1
Profession: Hacker
Age: Why do you care?!
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Gwen is an experienced hacker who for years worked by herself.
She is very successful and has many clients who come to ask for her talent...
I almost forgot that I was on the wet pavement, in the middle of the street at six in the fucking morning when the strong rain almost threatened to drown me.
"If you were walking like a normal person it wouldn't happen." I spit out the words and got up from the sidewalk, trying to test the damage of my soaked jeans.
They were quite wet, and my ass was already numb from the cold.
"Let me make up for you, do you want me to drive you home?" He suggested.
"Yeah right, like I'm going to get into a stranger's car, give him my address and let him drive me to my house. I'd better give him the keys to my house and finish the whole thing."
"Damn, woman. I just suggested. You don't have to be sarcastic." He said in a hurt tone.
"Stop being a female and grow some balls," I said angrily, "I'm a grown woman, I get along on my own. I don't need anyone to help me get to my house, I know where I live. So you can shove it." And with that I walked away from him.
"Well, if you say so. I'm sure we'll see each other again, Gwen."
I stopped with my feet in the air, feeling the darkness and the faint threat in his voice penetrate the thick layers of my clothes, creating a shudder of terror that shakes through my body.
"How... how do you know-"
I turned around but he was gone.
How the hell did he knew my name?
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Lightning flashes at the sky as soon as I opened the door to my apartment and lit up the whole dark house.
The house I have chosen for myself is not one of the nicest ones I have lived in: a small three-room apartment that includes a kitchen, a living room and a bedroom. The parquet floor was shaky and creaky, like the dirty white doors set up around the house, and in the living room you could see boxes of fast food scattered in a neat mess.
Usually I'm a neat and clean person, but I had a lot of work lately.
I chose this flat in this plain street to keep all the prying eyes away from me. I don't need the police to find me, especially not before the millions I plan to make.
Well, steal, actually.
I sighed and began to take off my wet clothes. I have to warm myself up before my ass will really fall off from the cold.
I went into the shower, examining myself in the mirror.
Fatigue and coldness filled the pale blue eyes, and the smooth blond hair was wild and soaked with water.
I looked like a drowned cat.
I rolled my eyes and went into the shower, trying to ignore the sting of the hot water as it touched my skin.
To be honest, I was worried about that man. I knew nothing about him, and he fucking knew my name. How was it possible? Maybe someone sent him to find me? But it's impossible! I deleted every last track I had on me.
Maybe I should stop worry about that for now and focus on my work.
Half an hour later, I came out of the shower with a black towel on my head and I was wearing my favorite bright green sweater with pink pajamas. If I'm not trying to impress anyone, at least I'll feel comfortable.
I went to the kitchen, took out the leftover meatballs I'd bought yesterday from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave.
As the food warmed up I went to my laptop and started browsing my special site.
When I say that I browsed in my special site, I mean a site I built specifically for police and similar forces to be unable to locate me or my clients. I offer illegal services, such as stealing from competitors, stealing identities from people, and so on. The list is too long.
When I saw that there was nothing new, I went into my secret phone account (you could say it was a phone I made in a phone, a phone that is suitable for a hacker), and looked at the messages.
Someone offered a fifty-million-dollar prize to anyone who found a serial killer named Lavender.
I heard about her. I know I can't mess with her.
So I went on, looking for something interesting that wouldn't endanger me.
The microwave beeps, distracting me. I looked up and saw that the computer was signaling me a new message.
I got up, walking to the computer when suddenly, lightning flashed again, and the whole house went out.
"Shit!" I cursed, blinking at the total darkness.
I began to feel my way to find my cell phone when suddenly a blue light caught my eye.
I turned my head toward the light source: my computer screen.
I gasped.
The bright blue light came fom the computer screen. I have no idea how the computer can work when there is a power outage.
Unless... It's not a power outage.
Someone is taking over the house. Hacker. It's a hacker's job.
Just as the thought comes to mind, the computer screen begins to project movement.
The blue light moves, and slowly the literature turns out to be zero and one.
Machine language.
Simply put, the numbers zero and one is like the alphabet in our language, only in computers. Slowly the numbers ran on the screen, moving from side to side, mingling, forming a shape.
I sat down in front of the screen, paralyze. The hacker, whoever he is, he has a style. Or a dramatically developed sense.
After five minutes, the numbers became a shape: a blue skull, opening its mouth and leaving the following numbers:
