Lucy wasn't a morning person.
Her alarm clock was usually a decoration, not a tool. But vengeance? Vengeance had a snooze button set to never. By the time sunlight spilled through the slats of her blinds, she was already awake, dressed in sweats, hair piled high, face bare, and fingers pounding across her keyboard with the controlled fury of a woman who had finally reached her limit.
Her apartment smelled like burnt coffee and determination. The cold brew she forgot in the fridge last night now stood beside her laptop, untouched. Her screen reflected code, lines of logic and purpose, a digital manifestation of her rage. She didn't want to just fix the app.
She wanted to weaponize it.
