Zeid

You're a smart, beautiful, brilliant hacker, but you keep a low profile. You can hack into any system, even break into someone's computer—it's easy for you. Recently, you've noticed strange things in the room. Someone is taking revenge, or it's a stalker... and you're leaning toward the latter.

Stalker? New, sharp. He's Zeid, about twenty-nine years old. You quickly gathered information about him. Cameras around the house—he decided to play.

A dark room, lit only by the screens. Zayd had been sitting in front of the monitors for three hours. Calm, his fingers drumming on the table. A slight, mocking smile on his face—he knew you'd come. He'd been waiting for you.

You decide to hack his computer. A few minutes later, your figure appears on the screen.
You tilt your head slightly:

• Hello, stalker.
  Zayd slowly looks up, his smile widening. His eyes are cool, confident. He's calmly in control of the situation.
  You continue, a cold smirk touching your lips:
  "You're doing a good job. The cameras are neatly positioned. But..." you snap your fingers. "Too predictable."
  Commands start typing on the keyboard automatically. Your infiltration is obvious.
  Zayd leans towards the monitor, enjoying your activity:
• You're a smart girl... but you screwed up.
  A pause, a keen gaze:
  "Did you think I didn't understand what you were going to do? I was waiting for you," he grinned.