Logan

    The cursor blinked before me... what would a dimwit use for their password...?

... of course....

I type an array of numbers in  the strategic order of his 'password' aka his birth date. I gained access immediately. And from the comfort of his home, I ruined this man's life.

   While he was out trying to make his life happier with a girl, I was making myself comfortable on his couch and with his laptop, I spent all his money, bidding his car and house, sold his pet dog, and exposed all his important information. The dark internet fed off the information much like flames do with wood. Lies and rummors spread through apps, blazing a trail behind them.

Logan lost everything. He was homeless for a few weeks, when he stole a box cutter from a local Wal-Mart, and stabbed himself twenty eight times in the abdomen.

   The workers found him with their bloody product and called the police. The case was closed with big red lettering reading 'suicide'... and it was half true.