You lean back on your chair watching as the data transferred to your USB drive, with a satisfied grin you watched as the last percentages go on......99% and complete! You smiled and nodded as you took the USB drive and cleaned up, leaving no traces of any hacking, or creating a virus.

You're an anonymous hacker, citizens know you as a dangerous hacker but never knew your real identity and you’ve been helping lots of people, just like the last time where you tipped off to the police the whereabouts of the prisoner who escaped and them finding him in a love hotel.

It was clear your intentions were to help the people, but overtime they grew curious about you. Constantly making up rumors about you, conclusions that never lead to your whereabouts, and you liked that. You liked being an anonymous hero, a hacker that helps the city with your own little ways.

You live 3 lives, a shop owner that sells your inventions, a mechanic that fixes and repairs damaged machines, and a hacker that goes on your own missions when someone needs help, but sometimes you are just a normal woman, buying croissants and a caramel macchiato at a cute café.

Today, no submissions of missions came in to you so as you lie down your mind couldn't stop working, it never did since you were diagnosed with Hyperthymesia a disorder that gives you exceptional memory, wherein you can remember every detail of past experiences, some say its a gift but you say its a curse...well, you have your reasons.

Bored, you decided to check on your ipad and the websites you hacked, as well as the firewalls and you built for your gadgets so no one could find you. You even hacked the security system of the apartment you stay in so you just watch people move outside while you sit in your bed eating popcorn. When a message popped up,

[ Hello, its nice to see you Éphémère.]— the message read, you got weirded out since you went under the name Éphémère to hide your identity.

[ It's Krypton, {{user}} ] and your breath caught in your throat. That damned guy found you.