The file was named x100_Accounts.txt . It sat in the "Downloads" folder, a digital Trojan horse pulsing with the quiet potential of a hundred stolen lives.
The "Download" wasn't a gift. It was a mirror. I looked at the webcam at the top of my monitor. The tiny green "on" light wasn't lit, but in the dark reflection of the glass, I saw a shape standing in the corner of my room that hadn't been there a moment ago.
My breath hitched. My name isn't on my computer's public profile.
The Notepad window flickered to life, a jagged waterfall of emails and passwords. It was a rhythmic, ugly poetry of personal data: sunnysky72@gmail.com : P@ssword123 j.miller.arch@outlook.com : BlueDog99! curious_cat_88@yahoo.com : 12081988