In less than 24 hours, my personal information had been exposed for the whole world to see. My ID number, home address, and even Mom's work schedule at the supermarket had been posted all over social media.Early the next morning, I headed out to grab breakfast.Something squished under my foot. A huge dead rat—gutted, its belly split wide open—hung from the doorknob. Its intestines spilled onto the floor, and thick, crimson blood streaked the steel door.Beside the rat, someone had spray-painted a few words in red."Abuser! Go to hell!" The narrow hallway reeked of blood.Mom came out after hearing the noise. The moment she saw what was outside our door, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed."W-What's going on? Zane, who on earth have we offended?" she stammered.I clenched my teeth and caught her before she could fall. My throat felt painfully dry."Mom, it's nothing. Just some lunatics playing a sick prank." I steadied her, forcing myself to stay calm. "Don't go t
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