The air hung heavy in the dimly lit office. Detective Mallory scrolled through the digital pages, each one a map of a website β a complex network of paths and connections. A shiver ran down her spine as she saw the missing link β the page that vanished without a trace π΅οΈββοΈ.
βIt's like a ghost,β she muttered. "Gone, but with a footprint β a link, hidden within the depths of the website.β
She zoomed in, the digital grid revealing its secrets. Tiny numbers, cryptic symbols β the language of the web. Suddenly, a pattern emerged, a series of seemingly random characters, forming a trail. This wasn't just a lost page, it was a hidden message...