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Have you ever eaten something so tasty, spectacularly good you just said to yourself, "I gotta get more of this"?

For young private detective Junta Sapi, that something was the Premium Ultra Deluxe Madame Parem's Pudding. 

He had tasted it once,7 years ago, and was hooked.

When he finally had a chance to get more, he found it wasn't easy to find. 

Did he ever try looking for it? Maybe it took him a few days, weeks, months before he thought he'd never taste it again. But Junta didn't give up. After seven long years of searching, he finally tracked it down to a small shop.


Elated, Junta purchased the pudding and secured it in his fridge, but his joy was short-lived.

When he returned home later, the pudding was gone, replaced by a note with a gingerbread man symbol and the taunting message "Catch me if you can."

FINDING PU

Junta sat in his high-tech laboratory, surrounded by screens and machinery. He inserted the drive into his computer and began the decryption process. The drive was encrypted with AES-256, a symmetrical block cipher that used 256-bit keys to encrypt and decrypt data. Junta knew that this was a formidable encryption method, but he was confident in his abilities to crack it.

After a few minutes of processing, the tool finally cracked the password, and Junta was able to access the drive's contents. As he browsed through the files, Junta's interest was piqued by the documents detailing various business dealings, including shady partnerships with companies like Omicron Inc. and illicit transactions with corrupt government officials.

He also came across files related to Victor's dealings with a medical institution, where they were allegedly conducting secret experiments on patients. Junta raised an eyebrow, but his mind wasn't really focused on the details of Victor's dealings. "Victor can deal with his medical institution drama," he thought to himself. "I just want my pudding."

Junta's eyes scanned the files, searching for any mention of the pudding. He was determined to get it, no matter what. As he analyzed the data, Junta found a cryptic message that read: "Piece 3 of 7. Phoenix protocol." Junta's eyes lit up with excitement. "A puzzle, how exciting," he said, grinning.

Just as Junta was about to dig deeper, a loud crash echoed through the building. Junta's head jerked up to see an armored vehicle crashing through the wall, sending debris flying everywhere.

Out of the vehicle stepped a woman with bright orange hair, wearing a mask with a smiling face and the number 37 emblazoned on her neck. She was holding a dagger and looked like she meant business. Junta's eyes widened in surprise as the woman charged towards him.

The two clashed in a flurry of movement, with Junta trying to defend himself against the woman's swift and precise attacks. But as the fight continued, Junta realized that he was no match for her. Every time he thought he had the upper hand, she would counter with a move that left him stunned.

Junta tried to disarm her, but she had another dagger hidden at the base of her foot, which she used to kick him in the stomach. Junta doubled over in pain, realizing that he had underestimated her.

The woman's movements were lightning-fast, and Junta struggled to keep up. She landed a series of precise blows, each one aimed at Junta's vulnerable spots. Junta stumbled backward, desperately trying to defend himself, but the woman's attacks were relentless.

As the fight came to a close, Junta found himself on the floor, battered and bruised. The woman stood over him, her dagger poised for the final blow. Junta knew he had to think fast if he wanted to survive.

With a surge of adrenaline, Junta grabbed a nearby computer monitor and hurled it at the woman, momentarily distracting her. The monitor shattered on the floor, and the woman stumbled backward, giving Junta just enough time to scramble to safety.

Junta didn't stop running until he was safely locked in a nearby storage room, panting and trembling with fear. He pressed his hand against his cheek, wincing in pain. "Well, that was a close call," he thought to himself. "I guess I underestimated her skills."

With a sigh of relief, Junta pulled out his phone and called for backup. He would have to be more careful in the future, especially if he was going to get his pudding. The game was on, and Junta was determined to play, but he was going to do it with a lot more caution. And maybe a few more self-defense classes.

OPEN THE DOOR