Calvin was drenched in sweat, his panic overwhelming. He trembled, staring at his computer screen as if it were alive, desperately typing, hoping to communicate with the hacker who had destroyed his digital life. He wanted to plead for mercy, but his attempts were futile. His once-impressive skills were laughable against this force.

Another line appeared: "I've sent everything to everyone you know. If you can't face them, maybe take a stroll to your rooftop. Just a suggestion." Finally, the hacker typed, "Oh, and good luck in the afterlife." A smiling emoji followed.

Calvin's stomach plummeted. The sinister grin burned into his mind, its cheerfulness more terrifying than any threat. He screamed, stumbling backward and collapsing.

His bedroom door burst open. His parents stormed in, pale with fury. His father held up his phone, his hand trembling. "What the hell have you been doing online?" he bellowed. "Are you trying to ruin this family? You think it's funny to mess around with those sick photos?"

His mother was equally enraged. "Your aunt just called—she's seen everything! Do you know what you've done? How are we supposed to face anyone now?"

Calvin tried to speak, but his throat felt like sandpaper. Words failed him.

Across town, chaos erupted in homes connected to Calvin's secret group chat. A furious slap echoed through one household. A husband roared at his wife, waving his phone. "I knew something was going on, but I didn't think you'd actually cheat on me! You're disgusting!" "No! This isn't true! Please believe me!" the woman sobbed.

In another, a woman screamed at her husband, hurling a photo album. "I've given you two kids! And this is how you repay me? You've been sneaking around with her? I want a divorce! Get out!" The man, pale and stammering, pleaded, "Honey, it's not what it looks like! I don't even know that woman!" His wife thrust her phone in his face. "Oh really? How do you explain these photos of you, then?"

Household after household descended into similar turmoil. Each person in Calvin's group chat found themselves at the center of their own scandal. The fabricated images, masterfully edited, spread rapidly. Each protestation of innocence was met with disbelief. The world they had built on lies and slander crumbled. For the first time, they experienced what it was like to be Carmen.

Back at Carmen's apartment, the change was palpable. Rumors that had once spread like wildfire began to fade. Whenever someone tried to attack her, they soon became the target themselves; incriminating photos—equally doctored—would surface online.

The lesson was clear: mess with Carmen, and you'd become the next target. Slowly, the gossip died down. Carmen no longer needed to clear her name; she no longer cared. Watching her tormentors reap what they had sown was infinitely more satisfying than any apology.

Over time, Carmen realized the extent of Felicia's abilities. She wasn't just skilled in medicine and pharmaceuticals—she possessed extraordinary hacking skills.

"Felicia, is there anything you can't do? What other surprises are you hiding from me?" Carmen exclaimed, impressed.

Felicia's usual numb expression faded, replaced by a lively smile. As she spoke, Carmen playfully nudged her arm.