Staremasster !free!

And they’ve never looked away.

You are. Or at least, that’s what they call you when you think no one is listening. You’re good at looking. But you’re bad at seeing.

It was a stupid nickname, one he had picked up in a forum years ago, but it had stuck. In the hierarchy of digital vigilantism, a "staremaster" wasn't someone who gawked; it was someone who never looked away. Someone who could trace a packet of data back to a server in a damp basement in Moldova in under three minutes. Someone who could freeze a doxxer’s hard drive just by finding the right backdoor. staremasster

V0ID had been terrorizing the cryptic corners of the internet, posting coordinates that led to abandoned structures, claiming he was watching people in real life. He was a stalker who used the web as his weapon.

You have a very intense gaze, Staremaster. And they’ve never looked away

Elias felt a hand touch his shoulder, gentle as a whisper.

A chat window opened. It shouldn't have been possible. The network was secure. But there it was, plain white text on a black background. You’re good at looking

Elias was blind. He gripped the bat, his breath loud in the pitch black. He was the one with the power. He was the Staremaster. He was the one who watched.

He turned back to the screen.

Who is this?