CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE VIGILANTE

The soft glow of the computer screen cast a faint light across the dimly lit room as Hana Lee sat at her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she put the finishing touches on her latest article. She had spent weeks investigating the mysterious vigilante who had been making headlines in the city, gathering evidence and interviewing witnesses in the hopes of uncovering the truth behind the masked figure's actions. But as she clicked the "send" button and watched the email containing her article disappear into the digital ether, a nagging feeling of doubt crept into her mind. Would her editor accept her story, or would it be rejected like so many others before it? Hana's heart sank as she received a response from her editor a few hours later. The email was short and to the point, a stark contrast to the hours of hard work she had poured into her investigation. "Sorry, Hana, but we can't run your article," the email read. "The photos are too blurry, and the testimony