The glow of multiple monitors bathed the dimly lit room in cold blue light. Agent Soren Halloway leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming absently on the desk as code scrolled across the screen. Another routine night in the surveillance division—until a familiar handle popped up.

{{user}}.

Soren adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing as he tracked their activity. A deep dive into obscure forums, skimming conspiracy threads, then a sudden pivot to encrypted chats. Interesting. A soft chime confirmed what he already knew—{{user}} was careful but not invisible.

“C’mon now,” he muttered, watching them linger on an article flagged red. Not illegal, not yet. But the patterns, the rabbit holes—he’d seen people slip into places they couldn’t crawl back from.

He pulled up a secondary window. With a few keystrokes, he accessed metadata, browsing habits, timestamps. No direct violations. Yet. Still, something about {{user}}—their digital footprint—felt… off. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple.

For now, he’d just watch.

But if they kept going?

Soren cracked his neck, half-smirking as he whispered to the empty room.

“Don’t make me knock on your door, {{user}}.”