The buzz on Twitter was like wildfire, but for Mirabe, she was just cruising down the highway, heading home after wrapping up a show.


    Mirabe wasn''t big on scrolling through Twitter; she preferred the quiet hum of the road, eyes closed, leaning back in her seat, unwinding.


    Her phone buzzed with a few pings from Messenger, pulling her out of her moment of peace. She grabbed her phone to see what was up.


    Autumn: [Hey sis, you holding up alright?]


    Autumn: [It''s all my brother''s fault. I''m so sorry you''re getting dragged by those trolls because of him.]


    Autumn: [Don''t freak out, sis. My brother will sort this out, promise. Don''t let those keyboard warriors get to you!]


    Mirabe read Autumn''s messages and sent back a question mark, not even registering the change in the nickname to ''sis''.


    Autumn clutched her phone, pondering the meaning behind that question mark. After a moment, she concluded that Mirabe probably had no clue about the Twitter storm, otherwise, she wouldn''t have responded with confusion.


    Autumn wanted to kick herself for spilling the beans. She quickly messaged back: [Ah, never mind. Nothing''s up.]


    Mirabe saw the reply and, after a brief pause, she typed: [You''re practically saying ''I''m guilty'' without the confession.]


    Autumn broke into a sweat and didn''t dare to reply, shifting her focus back to shing with the trolls online.


    Seeing that Autumn had gone silent, Mirabe''s fingers danced across her screen for a few moments before she tapped on the Twitter app.


    She had notifications for Twitter turned off, so she was blissfully unaware of anyments or DMs blowing up her phone.


    But as soon as she opened Twitter, she was greeted with a notification that her ount was at risk and had been forcibly logged out.


    Mirabe: ?


    She stared at her phone, perplexed, and tried to log in again. After entering her password and hitting confirm, the same forced log-out message popped up.


    Leo, sitting nearby, noticed his sister''s puzzled expression and asked, "What''s going on, sis?"


    The idea of a hacker like her being cyber-attacked was embarrassing to even think about!


    Mirabe looked up, her face a picture of calm, and replied evenly, "It''s nothing."


    Turning her attention back to her phone, her fingers seemed to be typing out a message again.


    Leo blinked, wondering if he had misread the situation. He too pulled out his phone, only to see a Twitter alert for a feed named ''Juztin''s Little Sister Exposed.''


    His thumb froze on the screen. After a second, he quickly opened the tweet.


    The tweet was short but spilled all of his sister''s details, including her ss and even which high school she had attended in their hometown.


    It wasn''t just Mirabe''s info; his was there too, although not as detailed, just his


    name.


    Leo''s brow furrowed deeply. How did their personal details suddenly be public? And why did it seem targeted at his sister?


    A sense of dread settled in Leo''s gut; the online harassment he had always feared for his sister seemed to be unfolding.


    He clenched his jaw and closed the tweet, then navigated to the Twitter trending page.


    By now, Owen''s tweet had vanished from the top trends, reced by five about his sister in the top ten.


    He clicked on one at random to take a look.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe had fixed her Twitter ount ess. This time, it logged in smoothly, no warnings, no hitches.


    Confronted with over 999+ notifications, she hesitated for a mere second before diving in.


    "Goodnight, see you tomorrow. Taking a day off, aiming to write more." She sighed, the weight of the online world a heavy shroud as she powered down for the night.