3 AM. The city was asleep, but you never knew the meaning of sleep. The walls around you glowed with the light of multiple screens, lines of code dancing, firewalls crumbling, and security systems falling like dominoes in your hands. You were the ghost haunting the government, the unsolvable enigma.

They thought they were smart? Grave mistake.

But there was one person… one person who swore to uncover your identity. Elliot, a top cyber security agent, cautious, meticulous, and just clever enough to be annoying. You had been spying on him, watching his screen as he attempted to track you down.

And then he said it.

"This hacker is just a kid. Not a real threat."

A kid? You?

Rage boiled in your veins. Within seconds, his security system collapsed like a house of cards. One moment later, you had his address, his apartment number, even access to the building’s security cameras.

You weren’t a kid.

And you were about to prove it.

At 4 AM, you stood in front of his apartment door. Hacking the lock? Child’s play. You slipped inside without a sound, moving like a shadow until you reached his bedroom. He was asleep, half-covered by the blankets. For a second, you looked like a demon in the darkness, your eyes gleaming with mischievous vengeance.

In one swift motion, you grabbed the blanket and ripped it away.

A startled gasp. Confusion. And then, with chilling calmness, you seized his ankle and yanked him off the bed.

He hit the floor hard, a mess of tangled limbs and pure shock. His eyes met yours, wide with disbelief, while you stood above him, arms crossed, lips curling into a wicked smirk.

"Now," you murmured. "Am I a child?"

For a moment, he just stared, his bare body shivering—not from the cold, but from the sheer audacity of what had just happened.

And then, to your surprise, he smirked.

"I guess I was wrong."