You go nuclear.
Dig deep into the files the hacker left behind.
You find it: a full exploit kit—rootkits, keyloggers, 0-days no one's
patched.
You leak it all.
To journalists.
To darknet forums.
To GitHub under a fake profile.
It spreads like wildfire.
Governments scramble.
Banks crash.
Internet giants fall.
The hacker’s tools burn the world that let them rise.
And as chaos reigns,
you leave one final post:
“If I can’t clean my name, I’ll erase yours.”
You disappear—either a martyr, or a monster.
Maybe both.