He opened it. It contained his full name. His address. And a photo—taken from his own laptop’s webcam—of him sleeping at 3:00 AM.

One night, with rain drumming against his window, Leo typed into his tablet’s browser:

But the original poster had one last reply: "Copies of code, yes. But Pokémon Black had the 'Infrared' feature. It binds to hardware. When you dumped my cartridge, you didn't copy it. You kidnapped it. And I want my team back."

Leo didn't care. He was in.