On a rainy night, I picked up a handsome young man covered in blood at the entrance of an alley.
He blinked his wet eyes and said, "Sister, I don't remember anything."
Looking at the binary tattoo that was exposed when he was repairing the computer, I thought he was a down-and-out programmer.
Until the company's core data was stolen, I was accused of commercial espionage by the entire network.
The young man who always followed me and called me sister suddenly tore off his suit and tie and hacked into the global live broadcast system in public.
"Introduction," he leaned over and kissed my tears away, "I am the chief commander of the Hacker Alliance."
A line of words flashed on the big screen:
"Anyone who touches my sister will be buried with servers around the world."
