Part IV: The Architect
Karim traced the origin of the messages to a private darknet node — under the
moniker “SP1D3R.” The IPs triangulated to three locations: Mumbai, Warsaw, and
somewhere undersea — likely a server farm in a decommissioned submarine cable base.
Too elaborate for one man.
But then came the footage: Vihaan, live, older, staring into the lens.
“I was never alone,” he said. “You created the blueprint. I simply handed it to
those ready to act.”
The Spider wasn’t a person. It was a collective. Hackers, insiders, victims — using
WEB’s code to exact their own justice.
Asha faced a moral spiral. Every target had committed crimes — but none had faced
trials. No one believed the victims. Until now.
The next on the list? Karim.
Asha begged Vihaan over the feed. “He’s innocent.”
Vihaan replied, “But he helped you. And the web doesn't care who holds the silk.”
Suddenly, Karim’s apartment exploded. Silence followed.
Asha’s phone buzzed.
“One lie left. Will you confess?”