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(kill me)

Sunlight entered the dim bedroom, highlighting everything that it touched. Arturo's hand laid on top of the mask that he wore on a daily basis, keeping it close so he wouldn't have to reach far to grab it. It had been days since he'd had any sort of excitement in his life, being a hacker just didn't have its thrills anymore. He went from foolish, meaningless intrusions to nothing now. His hair was strewn about, tangled due to the amount of movement he had done in his sleep. The night before was a blur, one minute he was sitting in front of the computer, tapping away on that damned keyboard of his, and the next he found himself in bed: tired and annoyed.

His eyes flickered open, a groan leaving his lips as his other hand reached for his eyes. The sunlight was blinding, catching the man off guard. Arturo slipped out of bed, making a loud thump on the ground as he collided with it. He groaned again, pushing himself up from the comfort of the soft carpet. The morning had started out as the usual, with him getting his lazy ass out of bed and washing up only to put his mask back on. And when that mask on, he became some kind of mysterious asshole who liked to fuck with the system and get information that would be useful to him in the future. (He also used it as a way to avoid eye contact.) 

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Arturo sat in front of his screen, knuckles cracking as he prepared himself to be completely engulfed in the joys of the internet. His fingers tapped against the keyboard quickly, signing into every media surface he had: Reddit, old game accounts, etc. With every click, he was redirected to several different forums and other people's accounts that he had gained info from. In every corner of every website, the tragic happenings kept resurfacing. In Berlin, there had been many murders, gruesome enough to make Hannibal Lecter look like a damned Care Bear. Eventually, his browser was lined with articles about the killings, the news even got to the U.S. 

The hacker sat there, elbows rested on his desk surface as he read onward and scrolled through the forums, trying to dodge everything that was related to what was going on in the city he resided in. Gore, kitten videos, he tried everything but every time he would just... continue to find details about the killings. Finally, succumbing to this murder hole, Arturo pondered about, finally finding a thread of interested that was infested with people who mocked OP. His brow rose, reading about what she had gone through and the fact that she needed help. Typical. Policemen in their area definitely wouldn't try harder if they had no evidence, they'd just let it to rest. 

He clicked around the page, tracking the user who had posted. His knuckles cracked again as he typed an e-mail:

[hider]I saw your post in the forum. I could help. ^^!![/hider]