I'm sitting in my room at the moment; a dull, grey-colored room with a bed consisting of a white mattress, sheets, pillows, and blankets against the right wall. The only alternative pieces of furniture in my room is a white desk against the right wall and a wooden oak dresser against the back wall. My desk has my homemade laptop sitting on top of it in isolation. The door is a regular oak door with a gold handle, which is located on the wall towards my feet, and there isn't any window. In other words, this is a plain room; there is nothing special about it.

I finished all my work ahead of schedule today, which is a good thing. Two hours before I decided to lay on my bed, I finished creating twenty different websites for my twenty clients and hacked into police files; creating the websites earned me five hundred dollars. After hacking into the police files, and looking at all the evidence, which consisted of forensic data and images of the crime scene, I cross referenced a list of possible suspects and pinpointed the police to the criminal. The police investigation involved the murder of a thirty-year-old male and his twenty-five-year-old wife in their home; the wife and husband were tied to chairs and stabbed thirty times with the words 'TRAITOR' written in blood on the wall behind them. I pinpointed three other cases that had couples in the same age range that were murdered in their home in the same way. There wasn't any signs of a break-in when analyzing every crime scene, meaning that they left the window open, they expected the unsub to be coming to their home, or they knew the unsub; I can rule out the theory of getting into the homes by an open window since all the windows had window screens that were glued that were undisturbed. Another factor, however, is that the door was left unlocked. I then looked at any possible ways the couples could be connected, which included every interaction, history, and record that was written involving them; I looked at every person that might have a motive. The couples did not have any commonalities, other than the fact they all lived in South Dakota and the husbands attended the same summer camp for three years. I the noticed that all the couples had problems with their computers a week before the death of the first victim; apparently, they couldn't even turn their computers on. They sent their computers to a company to fix it, and the company used a postal carrier to deliver the computers back to them. I looked at the people that were employed to work for the postal carrier on the days that the couples were killed; it resulted with a long list. I then looked at the people who had extensive knowledge of hack and coding that were employed by the company; it resulted with two people being shown. I then looked at the personal history of each person; one person, named William Gray, had two loving parents and friends with excellent grades while the other, named Lawson Raymond, had excellent grades, but lost their mother in a fire and didn't have a lot of friends at school. I then looked further into Lawson's records and noticed that all the husbands went to the same summer camp as Lawson when they were 10-years-old; according to the records, they were best friends. Something to me didn't seem right. Why would he kill his best friends? They apparently spent every summer together until they were fifteen-year-old. Additionally, according to the records, Lawson is married with three kids without any abnormalities in his medical history; he doesn't have any medical conditions or experienced any events that would cause brain damage.

I thought it could be someone framing Lawson, which made me rethink everything. There was one person, other then Lawson, that had experience with hacking and coding that was linked to Lawson: Owen Pearson. I looked at Pearson's personal history and discovered an astonishing amount of information; his parents had died when he was twelve, he was an excellent student during secondary school, and he had been known to be an alcoholic. I also discovered that Pearson had attended the same university as Lawson; according to my data, he was expelled due to physically fighting with Lawson in the hallways of the school. I called the university while using a voice modifier, talked to a few of the teachers that knew Lawson and Pearson, and discovered that they used to be best friends before the fight. I then called Lawson, while using a voice modifier, and asked about Pearson; according to Lawson, they had a company together during their time in university, but Lawson fired Pearson because Pearson used the money they acquired to gamble at a friend's house. Additionally, according to Lawson, Pearson was furious with him because it was a company that they formed together. Based on the history between Lawson and Pearson, I think that is a clear motive for Pearson to act. It didn't explain why Pearson acted five years after being fired.

I looked at Pearson's medical history by hacking into medical records; Pearson's records state that he had been involved in a car accident and suffered a severe concussion three weeks before the murder of the first victim. I then looked at the data regarding Pearson's physical features and noticed that he could easily over-power the couples that were killed. The evidence I gathered, however, did not explain how he knew where the victims lived or their IP address.

I hacked the computer of one of victims, Kian and Tina Leu, by obtaining the IP address of the computer from cross-referencing their name and address with internet providers; yes, I hacked the databases of internet providers. Well, my ability to find the IP addresses of the victim's explains how he was able to access the victim's computers. I then scanned their computer, sent a program that just gave me the data of what was on the computer without me linking to the computer or sending a virus to my computer when the data is sent to me, and noticed that there was a hidden virus that sent data, including the location of the computer, on the hard drive of the computer. I also looked at the data the FBI had about Lawson; yes, I hacked the FBI. After looking at the data from the FBI, I noticed that the Lawson's personal data was accessed by Lincoln Malcolm two weeks before the murder of the first victim; I looked up a government picture of Lincoln Malcolm and discovered that it was Pearson's picture that was on the identification card.

I took all the evidence to convict Pearson, including written explanation for all the evidence and data, and sent it to the police using an anonymous email that I coded to be untraceable. After solving a murder case, I was able to retrieve some government files and discover that there were missing disappearances of students that were enrolled at this school. I decided not to look into the case at the moment.

Now, back to the present, I am looking at the grey ceiling of my room. The loud knocking at my door, however, was annoying me.

"Celeste, it's me", a voice stated; the voice belonged to my friend named Yuki. Yuki was ranked first alongside me; apparently, we were equally skilled.

"The door is open", I yelled. I heard the door knob turn, and the door swinging open, to reveal my friend; he had medium-length black hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. He had a tendency to wear a dark-grey t-shirt with black jeans and shoes, which he was wearing today.

"Why are you staring at the ceiling", he asked me while closing the door behind him and leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"I'm tired and bored", I stated while swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and supporting my upper body with my arms.

"Aren't you always bored", Yuki stated while smirking.

"Yes", I stated bluntly.

"Have you eaten yet", he asked me.

"No, I didn't", I replied.

"How about we go out for dinner, it's my treat", Yuki stated while smirking.

"Sure", I stated while pushing myself off the bed to stand. Yuki then opened the door and walked out of the room; I followed him while closing and locking the door behind me by using the small silver key I keep in my right pocket on my pants. We then walked down the light-brown colored hallways while casually smirking to each other. I hope my life will always be this peaceful.