Jay never touched Discord again. But sometimes, late at night, he’ll refresh a login page for a site he’s never visited, just to see if the username Rogue is taken.

Last chance.

But Jay wasn't typing. His hands were off the keyboard. He watched, paralyzed, as the account he’d stolen began to delete his own messages from the server. One by one. Poof. Poof. Poof. Then it changed the profile picture to a blurred image of a person—a real person. A driver’s license photo.

no.