The laptop crashed. And somewhere deep in the dark web, a counter reset from 9 to 10.

“To see the other side of piracy. The side they don’t show you.”

He opened it.

He slammed enter.

The screen split into nine grainy CCTV feeds. Each showed a dimly lit room. In each room, a person sat before a computer—exactly like him. In the corner of each feed, a counter ticked down from 30 seconds.

Rohan smirked. “Clickbait,” he muttered, but clicked anyway.

Fumbling, he typed it. Wrong. Typed again. Caps? Spaces? The timer on his feed hit 10 seconds.

He spun around. Empty. But when he looked back at the screen, a new message appeared: