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I nodded as I finally succeeded in finding the website and going to the login portion of it. The second I saw the words "username" and "password" on the login portion of the website, I couldn't help but freeze. "Okay, so, funny story—" I let out a nervous laugh. "Don't get mad, but I kind of forgot I don't have a profile in the system." He turned to me, probably to study whether or not I was lying.

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"You'll learn the vocabulary." By eleven Nathalia had learned several things. The scheduling system was not actually the scheduling system — that was a legacy platform nobody used anymore and the real one was something called Nexus which lived on a different part of the intranet and required a separate login that nobody had told her about. She got the login from a man named Phil in IT, who seemed genuinely delighted to be asked something and spent slightly longer explaining it than was strictly necessary, but she didn't mind because Phil also told her where the good coffee was, which was the fourth floor break room, which was technically a different department but nobody enforced this.

Aiden immediately shuddered. I wanted to ask, do you know anything about a well-known fictional story about me?" "Fiction? You mean novels?" "Yeah, something like that!" "Look in the web novel Writers and look for a story called I know you want me." "Ok, thank you." After replying, Leo immediately closed the conversation and ignored the woman who kept texting him. "Writters, she said? So, this is the application that must be downloaded?" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said.

I walked over and picked it up, only to find a storm waiting for me. Social media had erupted. Comments were pouring in like an avalanche. People were calling me names I never thought I’d hear. “You murderer!” one of the comments read. And then another. And another. In the blink of an eye, it felt like the entire nation had turned against me. Before I could gather myself, the app suddenly glitched. The home screen vanished, and what appeared in its place was a logo that read, “Login/Signup.” What did they mean by login or signup? That screen only shows up when you're new to an app or haven't used it in a long time. But I had just been using it moments ago. Something was wrong.

I couldn’t speak to the Alpha directly to try to change his behavior so I was left with no choice but to read the mails in silence. But him? Had he also received those mails? And instead of trying to be better, simply ignored them? To satisfy my curiosity, I logged out of my Luna’s account and tried to log into Lucien’s. His ID was easy to input but the problem arose when I was to input his password. With a groan, I typed in his date of birth, a display error immediately flashing on the screen. Confused, I stared at the screen for a while, trying to think of what he could use for a password.

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"But, I don't need your phone." She used her phone instead. Then she logged into Logan's account. Logan Redford has been Brian’s best friend since college. He knew everything about Brian. Several months earlier, Noelle had managed to access Logan’s social media account after guessing his embarrassingly predictable password. Once inside, she added her phone as a trusted device and disabled the login alerts. From then on, whenever she accessed the account, the system simply assumed Logan was using a familiar gadget. That was how Noelle discovered Gwen had blocked her and also had an alternate account.

Then, instead of reaching for the reports she'd been working on earlier, she opened a different laptop. This one was smaller. Its interface was completely different from the device she used for her ordinary business. Nova entered a string of encrypted commands. The screen went black. A moment later, another interface appeared. It was filled with anonymous accounts, encrypted transactions and countless requests from people who preferred not to reveal their identities. Nova logged in and several messages appeared immediately. She skimmed through them without interest. Most were ordinary requests to locate someone, trace an account, retrieve information, or find a rare item.

“That’s weird.” “What is?” I tap the notification. “It says there’s a new login on my blog.” “When?” “Just now.” He leans closer. “Are you sure it’s not from earlier?” “No, look.” I turn the screen toward him. “It says a minute ago.” “And the location?” “Let me check…. The campus. Look at it.” He straightens slightly. “You were there earlier today.” “Yes, but this isn’t earlier.” “It could be your laptop syncing late.”