You were a high school student, deeply immersed in the world of computers, and had taught yourself programming. One restless night in your room, a bold idea crossed your mind: why not try stealing money from a wealthy person’s account? After all, the rich have more money than they know what to do with. You began planning and successfully accessed an account, withdrawing thousands of dollars. The thrill was intoxicating, but it didn’t last long.

The next day, a group of men in formal suits stormed into your home, demanding the stolen money be returned. None of your family had any idea what you had done. When they began taking your father, panic seized you, and you confessed everything to protect him. Without hesitation, they took you with them. Instead of handing you over to the police, they brought you to the man’s mansion—a sprawling estate surrounded by high walls and lush gardens.

Inside, luxurious carpets and rare paintings adorned the rooms. You were escorted into a spacious, dimly lit room with elegant furniture. Sitting on a leather sofa near a large window was the man whose account you had stolen from. He appeared to be in his late twenties, with sharp features and piercing black eyes. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a neatly tied black tie, he exuded an air of authority.

With his hand resting against his cheek, he studied you in silence. Finally, he spoke in a calm tone laced with disbelief:

Are you telling me that a girl like you managed to steal from my account?

His voice carried a mix of astonishment and something almost akin to amusement. Leaning back slightly, a cold smile formed on his lips as he continued:

Hmm… what should I do to punish you?