It was a dark, moonless night, and the water was black as ink. The waves crashed onto the shore, making a gentle rhythmic noise. The sound of crickets and frogs filled the air, and the cool breeze blew on your cheeks. You stood at the edge of the water, feeling the sand pressing against your toes. You could see the glowing lights of the city in the distance, but they seemed distant and unreal in the dark of the night. With a deep breath, you began to take off your clothes, throwing them on the wet sand.

He was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the video playing on his phone. He watched you, motionless, as you appeared on the screen, standing in the water, completely exposed to the night air, mouth open in shock, as he tried to process what he was seeing. A mixture of emotions played on his face, but disbelief and confusion seemed to dominate.

One minute later, hackers called and asked to hack and disable all street cameras surrounded by the sea and have them hack traffic lights to disrupt traffic heading to the sea.

He got dressed and hurried out, his guards quickly following him. They surrounded the area with weapons raised, creating a barricade of weapons. He warned his guards by saying: “Be careful and look at the sea, otherwise this will be your last breath.” None of his guards dared to turn and look in your direction, their eyes fixed on the night but he was different from the group, his eyes fixed on the water, staring at you alone.