PK didn't think much about the messages.
Two simple greetings meant nothing—at least, that's what he told himself. No reply. No reaction. He went to sleep as usual.
But elsewhere, that night unfolded differently.
Tuesday night.
Lana and Luna sat in silence.
They had also heard Rich's careless remark earlier—"What if PK is Mr. Fool?"—and like everyone else, they had dismissed it instantly. PK didn't fit the image. Quiet. Ordinary. Almost invisible.
Still, doubt has a way of returning.
Late into the night, curiosity won.
They decided to test a theory they themselves didn't fully believe.
Lana initiated the breach.
Luna monitored.
PK's laptop.
They expected resistance—but not this.
They couldn't penetrate it.
They couldn't bypass it.
They couldn't even trigger a response.
The Mac didn't just resist—it ignored them.
No error logs.
No system reaction.
No trace left behind.
The twins froze.
For the first time in years, they had encountered a system that treated them as insignificant noise.
A dangerous possibility surfaced between them.
What if it's true?
Without speaking, they shifted targets.
The college server was easy—too easy. Within minutes, they accessed PK's records and extracted his number.
No tricks.
No threats.
No identifiers.
Just two messages.
Hi
hi
A probe.
Nothing more.
The next morning.
PK walked into class as usual.
Bag on one shoulder. Calm expression. Controlled pace.
Then—
He noticed them.
Lana and Luna.
They were already seated.
Watching him.
Not staring.
Observing.
When their eyes met his, both twins smiled—brief, identical, knowing.
PK stopped for half a second.
His body reacted before his mind caught up.
Then he smiled back.
Small. Polite. Ordinary.
And pk has no idea, what was that supposed to mean.