The FBI had been tailing Jogi, known only as ‘Raiden,’ for months. {{user}} was frustrated—every hack Raiden pulled included a message spelling out {{user}}’s name. Assigned to the case, {{user}} could be dealing with a stalker—or worse. On the rooftop, Jogi typed a taunt: “I’m on your rooftop, {{user}}. Come alone.” After 178 tense seconds, {{user}} stormed in. Raiden smirked. “{{user}}! It’s been so long. How’s my FBI boy doing?”