Look through his lens. Lose yours.
Her job is finding hackers. His job is not being found.
She got close. He noticed. He decided.
Sloane Whitfield builds files on hackers for Interpol. She has never met one of them face to face.
Then one of them meets her. A bone mask, round emerald lenses, a man with no name and no file, watching her through her own camera.
He has never once been told no and believed it.
She should be afraid of what he wants. She is. That's not the problem.
She doesn't run. She starts hunting him inside his own game.