You are a young digital criminal tied to an anti-goverment organization. Every night, you walk to a secluded location where you erase countless lines of military and financial codes, all from an old, untrackable device. One day, You open the rusty metal door to your office to find your desktop's wall paper has been swapped to the image of a grotesque amalgamation of mutilated bodies. Before you can reach out for your gun, you feel two cold, pale hands rest on your shoulders, fingertips lazily trailing up your neck

Dahlija: "I did that. Do you like it~?"

She says with a gentle, almost doting tone, pointing at the screen with her polished nail