Use Data To See Photos Novels & Stories

Sera stands in front of my desk, a lopsided grin on her face. “Please don’t tell me you’re watching p**n during office hours.” she asks, leaning over to glance at my computer. I slam it shut before she can see what I’m doing and plant my hands over it protectively. “What do you want?” the last thing I want now is her finding out about this. It’s very private to me. Her ocean eyes light up and she's coming over to my side, perching on the armrest of my chair. “So, I analyzed the picture you send, and the phone call. The metadata of the photo was completely scraped. Nothing on it at all, except a location.”

It was the photograph that had started it all—the picture of his parents, looking young and happy, standing in front of the ominous, wolf-headed gate. "You believe this image, this lead to your past, originates from the Fenrir Council," the manager said. "You are incorrect. They were merely the ones who retrieved it. The original data source, the camera that took this picture, uploaded its contents to the Night Market network nearly two decades ago." Jack's heart hammered against his ribs. "The data was uploaded by a very old, very private client," the manager concluded, its obsidian eyes gleaming. "A user who goes by a single codename."

It was an obsession. Grace's breath caught violently in her throat, her laptop and analytics forgotten as she stepped closer, her eyes widening in absolute horror. The entire feature wall was covered in a meticulously organized, chronological display of photographs, old newspaper clippings, and surveillance data. And every single photo was of her.

“This is the kind of sincerity I show.” I picked up the photo, my heart suddenly throbbing. “Even though the quality is not very good, I guarantee Alpha can see who the girl in the picture is. This photo was taken two weeks ago; is that enough to believe? If you still don't believe it, you can check it out; it's not photoshop, after all." Alfin said.

I’m still waiting for my memento. Jesus Christ, this man. Logic? Gone. I ignore it. I make a username, a password, and send him a link to a photo vault app I’ve heard about. A private app. Hard to hack. Disappearing photos and videos. Forty-eight hours. No downloads. No screenshots try, and he’ll know you’re a pervert. He hearts the message. Of course he does.

I don't wait for the lawyers to save me. That night after everyone goes to sleep, I pull out my laptop. If Marcus Webb wants to play dirty, I can play dirty too. I spend three hours going through every file on my camera. Every photo I've taken since joining the tour. All the metadata. All the timestamps. Then I create a G****e Drive folder. Upload everything. Every single raw file with all the original data intact. Proof that I took these photos. Not him.

He pulled up the metadata. “These were taken with a Canon EOS R5. High-end. Professional-grade. The timestamp matches your timeline. And the GPS data? It’s from your old apartment. Whoever took these was watching you closely. They had access. They had range.” I swallowed hard. Then he showed me the others. The ones that made my stomach turn. Nude photos. Sexual positions with multiple men, multiple women and being tied and people using me like some sex toy. My face and my body, clearly displayed.

Armin raised an eyebrow, intrigued as he opened the file. His eyes narrowed as the images loaded, one after another. Each photo revealed the same scene, taken from different angles: Ivan Anderson sitting in the VIP club, the mysterious woman leaning into him, their hands touching, their faces close. The photos were precise, perfectly timed, capturing the intimacy of the moment. They told a story—one that Armin could easily use to his advantage.

He’s also where the streak of blonde came from. “Keep your opinions about her appearance to yourself going forward.” John sighed. “Of course.” Jonathan nodded. “So as I said, now that I have the picture, I have it cross-referencing around the world with satellites, traffic cameras, even security footage at like ATMs and stores. It’s just a lot of data for it to compare against.” he sighed, lowering his hands.