Zero Days

Zero Days

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Zero Days is a means of exploit; a vulnerability which hackers use to infiltrate a system. In a world where 91% of the people's minds are under the control of a super-intelligent AI in order to prevent violence and crimes, Rei, a vigilante hacker is on a heated quest to disable such a system the capitalizes on selling human freedom. But just how far are the corporations willing to go to protect a fragile peace? Desperate times call for desperate measures; an alcoholic, chaotic, aggressively sarcastic hacker with a mind of a criminal, and a smartass hacker with a fondness of murder might not be the heroes we need, but the only heroes we could find.
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Pain comes in many forms. Heartbreak, headaches, broken bones, and that quiet, soul-splitting kind that doesn't leave bruises. But the kind of pain I've witnessed goes beyond all that. Have you ever heard a man scream, really scream, as he's being beaten and his fingers broken one by one? I have. And as twisted as it might sound, in that moment, it felt... satisfying. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a psychopath. These people, they deserve it. In a world full of monsters, someone has to be worse. Someone has to be the shadow in the corner, the final judgment behind a red-drenched smile. That someone is me. Reanne Anderson. Twenty-four. Assassin for the Anderson family. Secret hacker behind their impenetrable systems but to most, I'm the Red Lady. I respect boundaries until someone crosses mine. Then I become a storm in heels, or combat boots, or whatever the hell I'm wearing that day. And then there's him. Lorenzo Russo. Twenty-eight. Newly crowned Don of the Russo family after his father was butchered by the Russian mafia. Lost his mother in the same bloodbath. He's cold, calculated and ruthless. He looks at people like he's already decided whether they're useful or dead. He's got the eyes of a man who's seen too much, felt too little, and trusts no one. Our paths were never supposed to cross. But war doesn't care about plans. He needed someone who could crack into encrypted systems. He needed a ghost. He got me. But sometimes, even in the darkest corners of the world, two dark souls might just bleed for each other.

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