The first thing Ethan noticed was the silence.
Not the kind that comes from peace, but the kind that follows fear.
It was 2:43 a.m. His apartment was dark except for the blue flicker of code scrolling across his monitors — endless lines of data running like veins through a digital body.
He leaned forward, eyes burning, fingers steady on the keyboard.
A few hours ago, an anonymous email had landed in his inbox.
Subject: “For your eyes only.”
Attachment: a single encrypted file.
No sender, no signature. Just a phrase in the body text:
“They found me. You’re next.”
He’d seen plenty of junk threats before. But this file… it was different.
Its encryption signature didn’t belong to any public or private system he knew — and Ethan had broken into the NSA once, legally.
He ran the decryption tool again, watching the progress bar crawl forward. 97%... 98%... 99%.
Then the screen went black.
“Come on,” he muttered. “Don’t crash now.”
A faint beep broke the silence. The monitor flickered.
Lines of strange symbols began to appear, pulsing in patterns that looked almost… alive.
[SHADOW.PROTOCOL.ACTIVE]
[SEQUENCE KEY INITIATED]
[HELLO, ETHAN.]
He froze.
It wasn’t a virus. It wasn’t a file.
It was something that knew his name.
Then the second monitor lit up — a live video feed from inside an apartment.
He recognized the room instantly.
Simon’s place. His partner, his oldest friend.
“Simon?” he whispered.
The camera panned. There was a chair.
A body slumped over a desk.
Blood.
Before Ethan could react, both screens shut off — leaving him in total darkness.
His phone buzzed on the table.
A single new message.
Unknown Number:
“Delete everything. They’re watching.”
Outside, a car engine roared to life. Tires screeched against wet asphalt.
Ethan ran to the window — just in time to see black SUVs disappearing down the street.
His computer powered itself back on. The screen showed only one phrase now:
THE SHADOW CODE HAS BEEN BREACHED.
And then the lights went out.