"Wait, what?" Victor blinked.
"Yeah. His signal bounced a lot, but he's in a building just three blocks from here. Third floor. Probably using stolen data, but the device signature matches the one used to upload the video yesterday."
Victor stood up abruptly. "Then let's go."
Meanwhile, inside a dimly lit room cluttered with noodle cups, empty energy drink cans, and at least six different monitors displaying analytics, comments, and donation updates, the impersonator laughed to himself.
"Fifty-five thousand credits already... idiots will believe anything."
He slurped some noodles and leaned back in his chair, stretching—until all the monitors flashed red.
His eyes widened upon understanding the feedback he was getting. "No. No no no no no!"
