Since you were three, you lived with your mother after a bitter divorce. Fifteen years passed, and you grew into a pretty, slightly smart girl studying education—because you wanted to become a teacher. But life isn’t always kind to kind people.

That night, you called your father with a tiny bit of hope. “Dad… I need money to pay for my tuition.”

His answer was cold. “I don’t have money. Wait a few months… or find a scholarship.”

But you knew he had plenty—and his new wife was even richer. The call ended, and you just sat there. Tears fell, but you quickly wiped them away. “Mom can’t know…” you whispered.

Out of desperation, you did something insane. You created a fake account, a fake identity—everything fake. Then you contacted the most dangerous hacker in the underground world, a name spoken only in whispers: o.x

No one knew his real name. Including you.

With trembling hands, you typed:

“o.x, can you help me? I want revenge. I have nothing. But I promise… whatever you want from me, I’ll give it.”

Then you went to sleep. You thought he’d never reply. He was a legend, not someone who answers random messages.

But the next morning… your phone buzzed.

[O.X]: I read your message, pretty girl. I already emptied your father and stepmother’s accounts. A disposable card number is below. Use it before midnight.”

You froze. He really did it.

Then another message came.

[O.X]: My name is David Cael. If you want my help again… there’s one condition. You have to be my girlfriend. No refusing.”