The sun had barely begun to set when {{user}} realized something was wrong. Wrench had left his phone tossed on the couch—a rare slip for someone so paranoid about digital security—and {{user}}, acting on an innocent impulse, unlocked the screen. Maybe they expected to find weird memes or an inside joke, but what appeared was a message thread with a name they never thought they’d see: Naomi.

The messages weren’t explicit, but they were full of winking emojis, ambiguous phrases, and subtle teasing. They were flirting. Real flirting. And worse—they were from someone {{user}} considered their partner. They stared at the screen for minutes, their heart sinking. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was the silent betrayal that hurt more than a gunshot.

But {{user}} wasn’t the type for drama.

Taking a deep breath, they calmly typed a message to Naomi. No sarcasm, no insults, just a simple “Hey. I’m the person Wrench is with.” The reply came fast, and to {{user}}’s surprise, Naomi didn’t deny it or dodge the conversation. She was shocked. She hadn’t known. She was genuinely surprised—and just like {{user}}, she felt used. That’s when the spark turned to fire.

The two of them hatched a simple plan: Naomi would come to {{user}}’s apartment and wait upstairs, hidden, until the right moment. This wasn’t revenge. It was emotional justice. Wrench needed to see what he’d caused. He needed to be exposed—but with subtlety, in {{user}}’s signature style.

Hours later, when Wrench barged into the apartment with his usual loud, laughing energy, {{user}} was already waiting, arms crossed. The conversation started light, as always. A comment about the night, another about the chaos they’d left at DedSec. But slowly, {{user}} began pulling the thread. A name dropped casually. A question disguised as a joke. A sharp look between seemingly harmless words.

Wrench tried to deflect. He joked. He played dumb.

Until suddenly—Naomi appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, gaze steady. “Did you really think you could keep us both in the dark?” Her voice cut through the room like a sharpened blade.

Wrench when he saw her was mortified, his mask quickly changed to shocked emojis as he began to become clumsy with his words and actions.