Hi fam. My name is Kyle Fox. I'm a professional hacker and recreational pain in the arse. Recently, I became internet-famous for reasons entirely beyond my control which I'd strongly recommend you Wiki at your own risk. I became a jouhatsu for a few months, and now I'm back.

Unfortunately, I have a chronic condition which prevents me from staying offline called seborrheic curiosity. For as long as I can remember, I've had a nuclear attraction to mysteries, conspiracies, hoaxes and anything a reasonable human should class as B.S. If you DM me a thread, I'll shred the whole fugly jumper.

I'm real good at it.

Earlier this year I was sent a series of creepy cryptic images. I resurfaced to do some sleuthing and what I discovered led me to old legends around London involving vengeant women and their unsolved murders: the kinds of classic haunted tales the internet absolutely loves which also just so happen to trigger my particular brand of recent trauma. At first, I assumed somebody was just trolling me.

Fair enough.

But after I ran forensics, I realised something more sophisticated was afoot, because every trail dead-ended into a digital ghost and vanished without a crumb.

This rattled me to my cyber encased core.

Because to be Swarovski clear: I am a technical cookie monster.

I was being baited.

Fun, right? It was. Then it took a disturbing turn.

One night, while lying my bed, in my apartment, on the top floor of my vacant building, I received an airdrop.