Jack, a twenty-one-year-old dropout, was the dealer. He got arrested for possession a week later but was let go within 12 hours.
No charges and no follow-up.
I checked Jack's last location using geolocation logs from public Wi-Fi access points.
He had been inside Lucent Trade Corp three times before he disappeared.
It wasn't just drugs.
Alpha Dark was producing a synthetic stimulant known as "V-17," a dangerous new drug that affected the mind and body in alarming ways. One dose lit up the senses with a rush of euphoria, a fleeting high that masked its darker side. However, three doses could lead to frightening seizures, and five doses? That was a guaranteed shutdown of the body's systems.
What made the situation even more alarming was the fact that teenagers were being used as test subjects for this insidious substance.
I leaned back from the glow of my laptop screen, my heart racing and my mind racing even faster. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and as I did, I felt a tightness in my throat that mirrored my growing outrage. My fists curled into tight balls, hardly able to contain my anger.
Determined to dig deeper into Alpha's background, I was left wondering how a man who appeared so 'clean' and polished could devolve into something so monstrous and corrupt.
That's when I stumbled upon her, Selina Vargas. She was captivating beautiful and intelligent, her sharp features illuminated in the grainy club footage I scrutinized. Always at Alpha's side, she was more than just a partner; she was a significant part of his complicated past, intertwining their fates in ways I was only beginning to understand.
FLASHBACK – Uncovered Footage and Audio
The footage was grainy and dated back eight years, captured on a basic home camera that struggled with clarity.
In the video, Selina, then 18, is glowing in a light sundress, her laughter ringing out as she twirls playfully in her cozy living room, which is adorned with family photos and soft cushions. The sunlight filters through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden hue.
Suddenly, the front door swings open, and he enters. Alpha, then 22, strides in confidently without knocking, completely at ease in this familiar space.
Selina turns, her smile brightening as she sees him.
Selina: "You didn't text to say you were coming."
Alpha: "Didn't need to."
He moves further into the room, his casual demeanor radiating an air of certainty. The camera, fixed in the top corner of the room, captures the scene as he pulls her gently by the waist. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching his, but ultimately, she doesn't pull away.
Selina: "Stop... someone might come."
Alpha: "They won't."
He leans in, pressing his lips against hers in a soft yet electric kiss. She responds, her initial apprehension melting away, allowing herself to be swept up in the moment. The camera continues to roll, capturing this intimate encounter in the living room that feels both familiar and charged with unspoken tension.
Present Time (Her Internal Thoughts)
At first, I thought they were in a relationship.
As I watched more videos over the weeks, I noticed it was the same girl in the same house each time.
Sometimes she smiled, and sometimes she didn't.
Then one day, I found a video recorded without him knowing. In it, she talked to herself on her laptop webcam.
Selina (shaky voice):
"He... he doesn't love me. I really thought he would. I believed that I was the one for him, but it turns out I'm not. When I finally mustered the courage to tell him that I love him, he just laughed in my face, like my feelings were a joke."
She paused, her voice trembling. "I feel like I'm completely ruined."
University corridor CCTV Footage
One year later, Selina sees him again at the university. He is wearing black and gives money to a student in a hoodie. It looks like a drug deal.
Selina hides behind a pillar and films the exchange with her phone.
Chemistry Lab footage
Later, she confronts him in the dimly lit hallway near the chemistry lab, the faint scent of chemicals lingering in the air.
Selina, a determined look in her eyes, states, "I saw you, you selling drugs. I have a video of it. Don't think I won't show it to your dad if I have to."
He lets out a chuckle, amused by her bravado. Slowly, he pulls out his phone, scrolling through his gallery until he finds what he seeks. He turns the screen toward her, revealing s*x videos of them together, taken from hidden angles during moments she thought were private.
Alpha smirks, a confident glint in his eyes. "You think you can blackmail me with this?"
In an instant, he slaps her not hard enough to cause real pain, but just enough to send a clear message.
Looking deep into her eyes, he says menacingly, "You'll keep quiet, or you'll burn with me."
Silenced by his threat, she struggles to find her voice but remains mute, anxiety knotting her stomach.
With that, he turns sharply on his heel and strides away, leaving her standing there, grappling with the weight of his words.
After their fateful meeting, they began collaborating closely. He meticulously built the infrastructure, creating new companies and establishing bank accounts, all while crafting unassuming front doors that concealed a more sinister reality. She took charge of recruitment, specifically seeking out young women those who could be lured in by the promise of glamour and success.
As time passed, she morphed into the face of temptation itself, projecting an air of power and confidence. But underneath that facade lay a darker truth: she had been ensnared in his web long before she ever became his partner. He shaped her into the person she became, carefully molding her image and identity to suit his ambitions.
In this twisted dynamic, she existed as a queen on a broken chessboard beautiful yet fundamentally trapped and disempowered. Despite her elegance, she was ultimately a mere pawn; a prostitute adorned with diamonds, caught in a world of luxury that masked her true captivity.
Chat Messages from Selina's Burner Phone (Recovered)
"Sometimes I wonder if he ever really sees me."
"I hate this life, but I love him."
"I sell girls. But I was the first girl he broke."
Back in My Apartment – Bytemoon's Notes
I opened my soft board.
I wrote three new entries.
ELI ROMANOV – DEAD (V-17 overdose)
LUCENT TRADE CORP – Drug front, laundering
SELINA VARGAS – Originally victim, now handler
Underlined in red:
"He doesn't kill with knives. He kills with desire."
I opened a new folder on my system titled:
"OP: BLACKLOTUS – Human, Heartless, Hunter."
The more I look into Alpha Dark and Selina Vargas, the less they seem like normal people. They haven't just created a network; they have built an empire based on silence, manipulation, and control.
In my apartment, the only noise came from my encrypted servers and the soft taps of my fingers on the keyboard. A half-eaten protein bar lay forgotten next to my laptop, and my coffee had gone cold again.
I had two secure connections open: one to Alpha's business accounts and another to a secret darknet forum called "The Gilded Cage." This forum was not on regular TOR networks. It ran deep in the web, protected by advanced technology. But I still managed to get in.
Inside, I found a private area that required biometric access. They made a mistake. One of Selina's bodyguards uploaded a drunken selfie on a forum linked to a chat. His biometric ring showed his 8-digit bio-sequence.
I copied the signature.
Access Granted.
INSIDE "THE GILDED CAGE"
A VIP section hidden behind the guise of "auction-based adult fantasy events."
But these weren't just fantasies; they were live events. Girls were being trafficked and paraded on hidden streams behind paywalls. Some were masked, while others were not.
I clicked on archived files, reviewing footage from months ago. There she was Selina. Standing like a mistress of shadows, adorned in silk gloves, diamonds, and red lipstick. She introduced the girls, explaining their origin stories as if they were auction items. Some had been stolen, while others had been "purchased" from desperate families.
Behind her sat Alpha Dark, clutching a tumbler of whiskey, surrounded by political donors, offshore bankers, and foreign diplomats. They nodded, laughed, and reveled in their power. One girl was just 15 years old.
Financial Trail
I broke into Selina's shell company, VARGAS NOIRE, pretending to be an art dealer. I decoded the ledger file, which showed that each "painting" had GPS metadata. None of these locations led to galleries. Instead, they pointed to ports, abandoned mansions, and warehouses in Turkey, Romania, and parts of Asia.
Selina wasn't just selling art; she was exporting women. Each "canvas sold" represented a girl, and each "auction code" showed a price. I found recurring buyers and checked their emails. Some were from well-known international foundations.
One name stood out: Elias King, the CEO of Kinova Biomed, a pharmaceutical company. Why would a Pharmaceutical CEO be a buyer? Unless…
Discovery of "Sectors"
I discovered a hidden log within Alpha's private backup on the Lucent Trade Corp servers, labeled "Sectors - A, B, C, D, E." The discovery felt like a dagger to my gut, as if I had stumbled upon something deeply sinister.
Inside the log, there were meticulously organized digital dossiers containing information on over 200 girls, each categorized by disturbing traits that hinted at their fates: