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Notifications flooded the display. Tags. Mentions. Messages. So many. My thumb hovered. Then tapped. Comments filled the screen. Scrolling. Scrolling. Scrolling. > psycho liar freak attention seeker disgusting trapper desperate omega she drugged him she forced him someone expel her already My chest tightened with every swipe. The words blurred together, melting into one long stream of hate. My reflection stared back at me from the black edge of the screen—small, pale, tired. My eyes looked bigger than usual. Fragile.

signature: cold, precise, and fundamentally transactional. Avery Vane-Thorne was in the A****n Deep-Node when the stutter hit. She felt it as a violent "System-Shock." The silver-violet veins in her arms flared a harsh, neon blue—the color of the old Thorne-Ares logos. "Tommy, report," Avery projected, her neural-link straining against a new, artificial layer of encryption that was blooming within the Sombra’s code like a digital weed.

The girl held up her phone. On the screen was a video. A girl in a bedroom, unboxing a package. Guys, you have to see this, the TikToker said. I got the tote bag and the shower curtain. The vibe is so moody. Use code SADGIRL for 20% off. She held up the tote bag. Hope stared. It was The Fortress. But it wasn't her painting. It wasn't the heavy wood, the rough iron filings, the delicate gold chain buried in resin.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.

- SIERRA The glowing numbers on my laptop screen read 3:14 AM. My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sandpaper under the lids, but I couldn't stop. I was deep in the zone, tweaking the colour palette for the Solis Botanicals brand deck, shifting it from that healthcare grey to a warm, rich terracotta that actually looked like real earth. Aleena had left a dozen comments on the shared document before she finally went to sleep, and I was replying to every single one like my life depended on it.

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this was work and from the look on her face, it was bad. I snatched the tablet. On the screen was our company’s flagship social media page. Or what was left of it. Instead of our sleek, dark blue branding, it was a blinding, neon pink. The logo had been replaced with a cartoon drawing of a wolf howling at a crescent moon, which would have been funny if it wasn’t so infuriating. The bio read.. “LunaTech: We howl at our own incompetence.” I scrolled. Every post, every announcement, every single piece of content was gone. Replaced with a single, looping video of a dancing kitten wearing a tiny LunaTech badge.

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The mafia don's forehead creased in a mock frown. “Oh, I seem to have made a mess.” Nico wiped his face calmly. “You’re really going to redecorate the dungeon floor with more bodies? It’s already starting to stink, ” he added with a hint of irritation. Nero’s eyes flashed with amusement for half a heartbeat.