Pale fingers ran across the keyboard, eyes scanning the screen, the light from it illuminating the room. He was of course on Tore, the deep web app in which he spent most of his time. It kept him up to date with the recent drug imports, crimes, and of course his favorite, new methods of murder. Yet every now and then, while scrolling about forums and such, he would come across something that caught his attention, this time it was something he wouldn’t have ever thought of. Now the ad he had come across was rather unusual, it asked for something few people would dare to do. It was asking for people to rob a bank, something that would give someone like Claude such a thrill. Out of curiosity he clicked on it, ignoring warnings his father had burned into his mind, oh don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t kill people, don’t sell drugs, don’t rob a bank, even though he preformed each one himself, well history was bound to repeat itself. With sudden movements he clicked on the ad, bringing him into a chat.
On his screen appeared two other icons, both of which were blurry, and their names were crossed out, making them unreadable. He blinked in confusion, dragging the cursor over to one of them, clicking it to see if would do anything.