Midnight Decryption (Dream)

Midnight was approaching, around 11 PM, enveloped in a profound darkness and silence, save for the faint glow emitted by the street lamps, casting an amber hue over the surroundings. Several old classmates from elementary school and I found ourselves prowling within the confines of our old school, defying its closure for the day, fully aware that we were not supposed to be inside. Despite the torrential rain outside, our spirits remained undaunted as we reveled in the forbidden thrill of our escapade.

We were four in total: a first-grade companion, another from second and third grade, and my closest confidant, with whom I shared a deep bond from fifth to sixth grade, a friendship deeply cherished. Ascending to the second floor, we sought refuge in a classroom, peering out of the windows to observe the nocturnal scene below.

In a fleeting moment, our gaze alighted upon a figure stationed near one of the street lamps, engrossed in what appeared to be clandestine activity. Clad in the iconic guise of the anonymous hacker, adorned with a black sweater featuring the characteristic mask obscuring his face, he seemed to be manipulating some invisible entity. Dressed entirely in black, with gloves and baggy pants, his presence instilled in us a sense of unease, prompting a hasty retreat from the vicinity, so as not to provoke further intrigue or danger.

After frolicking for a brief period, we found ourselves lingering near the school cafeteria. Instead of my current cellphone, I possessed a retro pastel pink and gray flip phone reminiscent of early 2000s designs, bearing a striking resemblance to models like the Samsung Galaxy Folder 2 SM-G1650 or the N509 Flip Phone, perhaps blending elements of both. It appeared I had received a message from him, LB-1224.

Following a brief interlude, a black vehicle, seemingly an antiquated 2013 Toyota Corolla, pulled up in front of the chain-link fence demarcating the area where kindergarten students entered and exited during my school days. I opened the chain-link fence door and entered the vehicle. From there, we proceeded in silence, suddenly finding ourselves traversing a desolate highway with no other vehicles in sight. In this barren expanse, there existed no grass, no trees, no structures—only pure earth.

I glanced at the car's clock for approximately two minutes until it displayed the time as 12:24 AM, midnight. At that moment, I experienced a mixture of anxious anticipation and melancholic apprehension, a sense that something imminent was coming to an end. Despite harboring a fervent desire for success, a persistent fear lingered, manifesting in thoughts like, "What if things don't go as planned?" I hesitated to entertain doubts, longing for LB-1224's plan to unfold smoothly.

Breaking the prolonged silence, LB-1224 embarked on a discourse about his aspirations and existential reflections, themes that often marked the beginning of our friendship. However, the dimly illuminated interior obscured his face, shrouding him in shadows. My view was limited to a portion of his chin and the outline of his body; his slender arms appeared disproportionately thin compared to his healthy physique in reality. Nevertheless, the backward tilt of his cap was discernible by the silhouette cast against the darkness.

After approximately an hour of travel, he began to show an unusual interest in me, and his behavior took on a slightly flirtatious tone. Finally, he gradually brought the car to a stop, leaning closer to me until his breath brushed against my ear, whispering things like "Cuando terminemos esto, te llevaré al parque, te chuparé los pezones como a ti te encanta y te voy a follar bien rico. Moriremos juntos." while gently rubbing my left thigh. The unexpected intimacy left me nervous and momentarily speechless, a rush of emotions coursing through my body as I blushed profusely. Despite feeling somewhat bewildered by the sudden shift in dynamics, I couldn't help but feel a hint of happiness at the unexpected gesture.

However, as soon as the flirtatious exchange began, he reverted to a more serious demeanor and uttered the decisive words: "Bueno, vamos a empezar"

We stepped out of the car and approached an electric pole situated in a desolate environment, an apparently optimal location for his planned activities. Donning our respective masks, he adorned the iconic appearance of the anonymous hacker while I opted for a soft bunny plush mask, a strangely comforting choice that imparted a sense of security.

Standing side by side, we watched with silent anticipation as events began to unfold before us, witnessing his calculated maneuvers with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. It was a moment charged with anticipation as he prepared to execute... [See More]