The Hacker

Bahi had always seen the world in code. Lines, loops, and glitches. The city around him glowed red like a living circuit, pulsing with data and distraction. But he was not here to blend in. He was here to break through.

Every night, Bahi walked these empty streets with his headphones on, his mind alive with algorithms and dreams. People called him a hacker, but he believed he was something else, a builder of new worlds.

When the system tried to cage him, he did not run. He rewrote it. When they told him to follow, he learned to listen to the silence between the codes.

Bahi once said, “Freedom is not about escaping the matrix. It is about understanding it, and bending it to your will.”

His sneakers hit the pavement, red lights flashing off their surface like sparks from another reality. The city might have owned the code, but he owned the path.

Bahi walked on, calm and certain, rewriting the world one step at a time.