บท 50: danger

In a dimly lit room, a beautiful woman sat in a luxurious gaming chair, her fingers gliding rapidly over the keyboard in front of her. The screen's faint glow illuminated her dangerously beautiful face dark, piercing eyes with a haunted look, framed by the faint shadows of sleepless nights. Her dark circles were a testament to how long she had been awake, her energy fuelled by something much deeper than rest. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, messy and unkempt, but it added to the raw intensity of her appearance. She wore a loose black t-shirt and shorts, completely at ease in her private obsession.

The low hum of her computer filled the room as her fingers continued to dance over the keyboard. Her eyes, almost hypnotized, were fixated on the lines of code running across the screen. Attached to her computer was a mobile phone, its small screen dark, but it was no ordinary phone it belonged to him.