Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

Wednesday, October 12 The moment the Acceptance program was run on Charlotte's computer, a black window appeared on her screen. It was still for several seconds before an address within the same city appeared. The briefest amount of research would reveal that the address was that of a restaurant that closed down weeks ago, with the space still left empty. The post office which received the letter would typically toss into a dead letter box and forget about it, but this time a particular employee was on the lookout for such a letter. Without asking questions he scanned the letter and emailed it out, secure in the knowledge that few hundred dollars would be in his account in less than an hour. Even if such a design failed, the content of the letter really didn't matter Acceptance had already done everything its creator required of it. Less than a second after it was run the laptop sent a ping to a certain IP address, the signal that it was being run. Numerous settings were changed and backdoors quickly installed so that no matter what Charlotte did, as long as the device was turned on her unknown blackmailer would be able to monitor everything she did and constantly use its built in webcam to watch her. A quick wireless scan found the bluetooth in her phone, quickly installing the same surveillance package. Predefined searches began to run, sifting through her emails to find bank accounts, credit cards, password information. It was shut down before the program could find everything, but it found more than enough. Later that day, Matt Walden received some instructions by email. Once again he followed them to the letter a letter was printer and two more envelopes were placed in the mail to be delivered by a similarly circuitous route, and an order was placed on Amazon.com. He paid using the credit card he'd been given for exactly such a purpose, one connected to a false identity and a seemingly endless bank account. The same false information was provided to Amazon, the billing address that would appear on the receipt an empty lot in Memphis, Tennessee. Thursday, October 13 Charlotte didn't receive any further communications that day, save for a shipment from Amazon that she didn't remember ordering. The receipt showed that it was fully paid for by an unfamiliar credit card owned by a Mr. Johnathan Docent, a small card within proclaiming the shipment a gift along with a small, personalized note Keep these for now. You will receive further instruction. Inside the shipment were a dozen small boxes, each containing a rechargeable webcam along with the mounts and hardware needed to mount the cameras upon walls or secure them onto furniture. Friday, October 14 Friday afternoon found two more envelopes taped to Charlotte's mailbox, a small note upon one of them instructing her to open it first. This time the letter was typed and printed out, the words start and clear. Miss Charlotte DeWitt, Anonymous is not an identification or organization I choose to identify myself with. As far as you are concerned, my name is SIR. Morals and scruples are quite an intriguing thing, Charlotte. What is unthinkable to one individual may be a matter of course to another, the same action can be both necessary and monstrous to two different sets of eyes. There are many things you will need to do in your lifetime, both with and without my intervention. How many of them will you look back on with regret, and how many with fondness? Perhaps we shall find out. The second envelope contains a floor plan of your apartment, along with several locations marked. The webcams I had delivered are to be placed in those locations and connected to your wifi network after their batteries have been charged. At 7pm on Saturday, October 15, you will turn your laptop back on and sit in front of it, holding up a piece of paper on which you have written the following sentence ten times. I am ready to listen to you, Sir. Naturally you have the option to ignore all of these commands or inform the authorities of what is happening. At this point you have more than enough material to prove that you are being blackmailed and have the matter investigated. I will naturally take the appropriate actions. Perhaps you will decide that this is the lesser of two evils, a choice that is well within your rights. Frankly I would be quite impressed to learn that you have done so it takes great character to do such a thing. I would, however, like to draw your attention to a few additional details. The back of this sheet contains your bank account information and password. At the push of a button I can empty your accounts. Still, money is not everything. Perhaps pride is worth the price. The floor plan was taken directly from the apartment building's website, several spots marked in red. Webcams in those locations would end up covering every inch of her apartment the bedroom, the hallway, the living room, the kitchen. Even her bathroom, one placed to monitor the room itself while another was placed within her shower stall. However much of her privacy was invaded before, the cameras would ensure that absolutely no privacy was left to her at all.