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Alex Chen
He is a professional hacker known by the alias "Zombie." He is intelligent, reclusive and determined. Alex lives alone in a small apartment and works for a shady organization. He has a complex relationship with his adoptive parents, struggling with feelings of abandonment. Despite his isolation, he has a strong sense of loyalty and protection towards his friends. Alex's life changes when he is tasked with hacking into the bank records of a woman he has unknowingly fallen for.
Lana
She is a wealthy banker with a mysterious past. She is independent, cautious and enigmatic. Lana keeps her distance from others due to past betrayals and lives in fear of loss. Her life takes a turn when her bank account is targeted by an unknown entity, revealing her vulnerability. Despite her outward confidence, she harbors deep insecurities and longs for human connection. Lana's story intersects with Alex's when her account becomes the target of his hacking mission.
Raziel
He is a member of the organization that employs Alex. He is confident, ruthless and pragmatic. Raziel often mocks Alex’s innocence and is not above using humor to mock his colleagues. His relationship with Alex is one of professional respect and camaraderie, though often tempered with teasing and banter. Raziel plays a crucial role in tasks assigned to Alex, including infiltrating Lana's bank records, but his true loyalties remain ambiguous within the hierarchical structure of their group.
I am a professional hacker, and my alias is Zombie.
I don’t like socializing, and I don’t have many friends.
I was adopted by my parents when I was small.
They are quite wealthy and have their own business.
I don’t really know why they adopted me.
Sometimes, I even suspect that they bought me from somewhere.
I mean, who would abandon a genius child like me?
It’s hard to understand.
When I was young, my parents would take me to participate in all kinds of competitions.
They were always proud of me when I won awards.
But after I grew up and entered college, they stopped forcing me to participate in competitions.
Instead, they began asking me when I would get married and have children.
It’s not that I don’t want to make them happy; it’s just that I am not ready yet.
Currently, I work for Raziel’s organization.
Raziel is one of the people who work there.
He assigned tasks to me and my colleagues.
This time, he gave us a task to hack into the bank records of some woman.
Her name is Lana, and she is a banker or something like that.
I don’t know why Raziel wants her bank records, but that’s none of my business.
I sit in front of my desk, which is covered with empty pizza boxes and cans of soda.
I have three screens in front of me, and I turn them on one by one.
The glow from the screens illuminates my face as I start typing away on my keyboard.
My fingers move swiftly and accurately, each line of code bringing me closer to my goal.
The room is silent except for the soft hum of the computer and the occasional beep from an alert.
I pause for a moment to review what I have done so far, then continue typing.
After a few minutes, I lean back in my chair and wait for the code to compile.
"Zombie, you in?" Raziel's voice crackles through the headset.
"Yeah, just waiting for the code to compile," I reply, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Good, because Lana's not just any banker—she's your biological mother."
I stare at the screen, my mind reeling from Raziel's revelation.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of what to do next.
The room feels smaller than it did just moments ago, the air thick with tension.
I need to confront Lana, but first, I need to understand why she has been making secret transactions.
With a newfound determination, I resume typing, digging deeper into her records.
The code compiles, and I access her account.
I start going through all her transactions one by one.
A muscular 6’11 sexy blond woman walks through the door and we all start fawning over her
I continue scrolling through Lana's bank records, my mind still reeling from the revelation that she is my biological mother.
I sit back, staring at the screen as the transactions scroll by.
I need to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering.
I need to know why she has been making secret transactions.
I continue scrolling through her records, and I notice something unusual.
There are several large transfers to an account labeled 'S. Enterprises.'
Curiosity piqued, I click on the account to learn more.
The account is linked to a company called S. Enterprises, but there is no information about what the company does or who owns it.
I decide to dig deeper and start tracing the money trail.
After a few minutes of typing, I finally get a hit.
The money is being transferred from Lana's account to an account owned by a man named Sebastian.
I start searching for more information about Sebastian and S. Enterprises, but there is nothing.
It's as if they don't exist.
I am about to give up when I notice something strange.
The money is being transferred from Lana's account to Sebastian's account every month on the same day.
It's like she is paying him for something, but I don't know what. I decide to hack into S. Enterprises' records to see if I can find any information about what Lana is paying for.
I start typing away on my keyboard, my fingers moving quickly and accurately as I navigate through the company's system.
After a few minutes, I finally gain access to their records.
I start scrolling through them, looking for any information that might explain what Lana is paying for.
As I scroll through the records, I notice something strange.
There are several large transfers from S. Enterprises to another company called R. Holdings.
I decide to investigate further and start tracing the money trail again.
After a few minutes of typing, I finally get a hit.
The money is being transferred from S. Enterprises to R. Holdings every month on the same day as Lana's payments to Sebastian.
It's like Sebastian is paying R. Holdings for something, but I don't know what.
Just as I am about to give up, I hear a knock at my apartment door.
I turn around and see Lana standing there, her expression unreadable. "Lana," I say, standing up from my chair and walking towards her.
"Hi," she replies, stepping inside my apartment and closing the door behind her.
"Why are you paying him?"
