“90 files, Marcus. That’s the price. I take 90 things from your life, and in exchange, I don't post your browsing history to your boss’s LinkedIn. Do we have a deal?”

The email sat at the top of Marcus’s inbox, a neon sign in a dark alleyway:

“You really shouldn’t have clicked that, Marcus.”

The link didn't lead to a gallery. Instead, it triggered a terminal window on his laptop. Green text began to scroll at a blinding speed. Panicking, Marcus tried to force a shutdown, but the keys were dead.