Two Hackers Under One Roof

On my wedding night, my “crippled” husband was sitting in his wheelchair. He was carefully sticking fake scars onto his face in front of the mirror. I pretended to be cooking in the kitchen while checking my phone.

The International Deep Web rankings had just been updated. My ID was ranked second, right under “The Faceless.” For three years, The Faceless was the only person I couldn't hack.

I glared at that name until I noticed something terrifying. His login port was using the exact same IP a