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“Chuck may have been an IT idiot, but I doubt the Marching Tides would be stupid enough to be contacting each other over normal channels.” A quick scan of the apps on the phone and we find a suspicious-looking unnamed app nestled away with just a plain black square for an icon. It requires a username and password to login. Luckily, Chuck being the brain-waffle that he was had his login stats saved in his keychain. Idiot.

She had downloaded it, but the tablet didn’t have enough storage to run it. “What kind of rich family is this?” she muttered under her breath. “The Monreals are supposed to be loaded, and they give Solenn this cheap tablet that can’t even run a game. So lame.” Just as she was complaining, Silas’s message popped up. Silas: [Calling Lilith, calling Lilith!] Lilith: [Silas, it’s me.] Silas didn’t bother with small talk. Another message came through immediately:

“Whatever it is, you don’t have to hide from me.” His touch is light but grounding. It shouldn’t feel real but it does. I pull my hand back slowly, stand, grab the tablet, and murmur something about wrapping up for the night. Later, after Flynn leaves, I sit alone with the tablet, the room quiet again except for the low hum of the cooling fans. I plug into his speech log manually, bypassing the front-end viewer to dig into raw audio and output. There’s a gap. A corrupted timestamp. A flicker of audio with a missing line, unreadable characters instead of his usual processing code.

The dim glow of the laptop screen flickered as Luca inserted the flash drive into the port. Alessia stood behind him, heartbeat pounding in her ears. "Let's see what this is all about…" Luca muttered, eyes fixed on the screen. A low beep. Then a loading bar. And suddenly—error. File not supported. "What the hell?" he frowned. "Is the flash corrupted?" Alessia hesitated, her voice soft. "No… it wasn't. I was about to listen to something before you came in."

"Let’s do one final run-through." I plug in the USB drive, but instead of the presentation loading, the screen flickers and displays an error message: “File corrupted. Unable to open.” Panic flares up inside me. "What the hell?" Kevin steps forward, eyes wide. “That’s strange. It was working perfectly last night.” Sarah frowns, immediately going into problem-solving mode. “Do we have another copy?” He plugs in his laptop and opens the file, but the same error message appears. “File corrupted. Unable to open.” Kevin's hands tremble more noticeably now.

He picked up after two rings. "Hey, Isla. What’s up?" "Alex, I need your help," I said, my voice urgent. "All my files suddenly disappeared, and the remaining ones are corrupted. Is there any way to fix them?" There was a pause before he answered, his tone serious. "That sounds bad. Did you accidentally delete them?" "No," I said immediately. "I know I saved them properly. They were all there just last night." "Hmm," Alex responded thoughtfully. "It sounds like your system might have been infected by a virus."

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

“Hah…” I mumbled in annoyance. Wait, maybe there is an update? Going to the app store, something I never once imagined fell in front of my eyes. Yes. The game doesn't show. “What the…” IKINOBIRU No matter how many times I type its name... There is no use. It seems like it shut down its system. A brief silence filled the surrounding. Honestly, that fact hasn't yet sunk into my mind. Just… how did… Ha…

I jump from folder to folder and growl in annoyance when the same error message continues to pop up over and over. Error 204: Deleted files cannot be retrieved once removed from the server. Growling in frustration, I stare at my screen and think. Someone must have gathered all the materials while I was distracted by Nolan and Chloe’s tasks. They either destroyed the files or removed them from the company database, but either way, I have no way to get them back. Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contacts and click one of the newest names.

Her mouth twisted slightly, like the memory left a bitter taste behind. “What kind of transfer was it?” I asked. Lauren hesitated. Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk before she answered. “A wire transfer. But when I went back to pull the file again, it had changed. The name on the authorization line? Redacted.” My lips pulled into a wry smile. A cover-up had already begun. “I tried printing the document, but it came out corrupted. I logged out, logged back in. Same thing. And now, every time I try to access that trail, I get this weird error. Like someone has rerouted the file permissions.”