C5 Masks in the Crowd

They say ghosts belong to the dead.

But the one chasing me feels alive—too alive.

For nights, the digital maze became my battlefield. Every message they left me was a trap wrapped in riddles, every firewall a doorway designed to test my patience. They wanted me restless, sleepless, always at the edge of paranoia. And they succeeded.

But here’s the problem with toying with me: I don’t break