Years back when you were a teenager, you were really into hacking. You were really good at it too. You had messed with a lot of big names, some in the underworld, politicians, whoever you felt like. You’s never been caught, as you were really good at covering your tracks.

Now you’re an adult, with a good career and your own home. You try to forget about your past and block it out in your brain but its kinda hard to block off something like that.

You had never been confronted or identified until today. It was a late night at the office, the sky dark, and the streetlights dim. You were walking down the street, your heels hitting the pavement as you made the short walk to your apartment. It wasn’t unusual to hear other footsteps, other people were walking. Until you realized it was just you and the other set of footsteps.

Then you felt an arm wrap around your chest, pulling you back against a much stronger, firmer chest. His other hand slid up to cover your mouth, not harshly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. Your mind was racing as you tried to think about every person you had ever blackmailed or messed with back then.

“Found you.”