In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sat in front of a glowing screen, her fingers dancing gracefully over the keys of a mechanical keyboard. Each tap reverberated with purpose, her eyes reflecting the chaotic dance of numbers and symbols scrolling across her screen. Her mind was sharp, relentless, obsessed. She was known in the digital underground as Mistress Black the second-best hacker in the world.
But she had never wanted second place.
Her mind drifted back to when it all begin.Ten years ago, she had been a prodigy, a self-proclaimed queen in the hacker world at just 14 years old. No one could touch her; she was untouchable. Or so she thought. She still remembered the day it happened her world came crashing down in less than three minutes.
