Digital reports were piling up on Agent 707's screen—data on a mysterious user who had disrupted the system with her sudden deviation from expected behavior.
After hours of analysis, an unexpected result emerged: the user was a girl.
What stood out was her behavior—she didn't answer the questions, didn't engage deeply. She used the app briefly, tapped a few things, observed… then deleted it.
In the world of The Shadow, such an action was never innocent. Anyone who deletes the app either discovered something—or has something to hide.
Agent 707 picked up the encrypted phone and said cautiously,
"The user is female. No signs of training or ties to any intelligence services… but her behavior is unusual. She didn't respond, and deleted the app in a very short time."
The leader's voice came back, sharp:
"That alone is a threat. No one deletes our app that easily without raising suspicion."
707 hesitated, then said,
"Maybe she's just an ordinary girl."
The reply was final:
"There are no coincidences. Track her. If she's a threat… eliminate her."
That sentence was enough to turn an ordinary user into a potential target. All because she felt something wasn't right—and decided to delete the app.
Elsewhere, the girl was asleep, peacefully, her phone now free of that strange application. She had no idea that someone was watching.
707 replayed the recordings. Images of the girl appeared: calm face, ordinary features, nothing that screamed danger. She wore a gray jacket, sat alone in a small café, browsing the app with a hesitant look, then set her phone aside and sighed.
Moments later, she tapped delete. Just like that.
But in the eyes of The Shadow, nothing gets deleted that easily.
He began analyzing her environment, her accounts, her digital history, old photos, location data. Nothing suspicious.
And yet… something didn't sit right.
"Why didn't it hook her? Why didn't she stay?" he asked himself.
It felt like a sixth sense had saved her. As if she saw something no one else had.
That evening, the girl left her apartment, unaware that someone was standing in the corner of the street, watching her from afar.
707 was there, disguised, eyes locked on her every step.
He watched as she entered a small bookstore, browsed a novel, smiled at the clerk, drank her coffee. Everything seemed normal. Too normal.
And that… was what worried him.
In his report, he wrote:
"The target displays a normal life… but non-engagement with the app places her under special surveillance. Ongoing."
In a darker place, the leader read the report and said:
"Some people don't need training. Their instincts alone can pose a threat. Don't let your heart fool you, 707. Do what must be done."
And with those words, the decision was sealed.
The girl had no idea she was no longer just a user.
She had become part of the psychological game.