Exploit Website

 My fingers flew across the keyboard, a series of commands flashing across the terminal screen as I worked to exploit the XSS vulnerability. I meticulously crafted a payload, a snippet of Go code designed to extract sensitive information from the website.

I injected the payload into a vulnerable input field, a seemingly innocuous comment section on the university's forum. Holding my breath, I hit submit and waited.

The terminal beeped, signaling a successful injection. The message "Vulnerable: DOM XSS" flashed on the screen.

My heart raced with excitement. I quickly modified the script, adding a line of code to display the website's cookies in an alertbox.

The website refreshed, and a pop-up appeared, revealing a string of characters that included a PHPSESSID.

That cookie might be mine... I should search for stored XSS payloads, I thought, my mind already forming a plan.

I opened the terminal again, ready to launch another script to scan for any stored XSS payloads that could grant me further access to the website.

But then, a familiar grumbling interrupted my thoughts. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"Hmm... I'll grab a snack first," I muttered, rising from my chair and heading downstairs.

As I reached the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of something savory filled the air. My mother was humming a cheerful tune as she stirred a pot on the stove.

"Hey, Mom," I greeted her, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. "What smells so good?"

"Just making some noodles for myself," she replied with a chuckle. "I'm afraid there's not much else."

"Hmm... any snacks in the fridge?" I asked, hoping to find something to tide me over until Dove arrived.

"Yes, help yourself!" she said, gesturing towards the refrigerator.

I nodded and eagerly opened the fridge door, grabbing a handful of snacks to tide me over.

I peeked into the living room. "Has Dad already left for work?" I asked, munching on a biscuit.

"Yes, he has," my mother replied, still focused on her noodles. "He's expecting a lot of customers at the tea shop this weekend."

"Ah, I see," I said, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "Mom, do you remember that local healer you took me to when I was little?"

"Oh, that healer..." She paused, her brow furrowing in concentration. "I don't think I remember, dear. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know... I just... maybe I want him to help me see again." It wasn't entirely a lie; I did want to see the supernatural again, but not through the lens of fear and confusion. I wanted to control my abilities, to harness my power.

"Hmm, I'm sorry, honey," she said, shaking her head. "I don't think I remember who it was."

"Alright, Mom," I said, a hint of disappointment in my voice. It seemed like the mystery of my sealed eyes would have to wait.

I grabbed a handful of snacks and headed back upstairs to my room, leaving my mother to her cooking.

Back in my room, I found the laptop still diligently scanning the university's website.

"Hmm... this might take a few more hours," I muttered to myself, checking the progress bar.

I settled onto my bed, phone in hand, and decided to catch up on the latest updates from the Unveiled Family group chat.

[Vill: send a picture about news article about the mysterious attack ]

[Vill: @Xian, you're on the news! We know you were trying to run from a ghost, but... tell us what happened.]

Ah, I forgot that news travels fast.

[Me: That was Asmar's demon.]

[Aca: Asmar's demon?!]

[Irune: What?!]

[Me: Yeah, the demon told me it was Asmar's pet or something... My Harbinger said it was a demon from the ice hell. I ran and shot at it with my gun, and then... well, you saw the rest.]

[Yolan: @Xian, come to the warehouse ASAP. I'll change your bike's appearance so the police don't recognize it.]

I realized Yolan was right. My bike was a custom creation, and there was probably no other bike like it in the city. I had to change it before the police traced it back to me.

[Me: Sending you my location. I'm on my way.]

***

Vroom! Vroom!

I roared out of the school parking lot, my heart pounding with adrenaline. I pushed the bike to its limits, weaving through traffic as I raced towards the warehouse.

Arriving at the warehouse, I drive to the small room next to the main workshop. It was a private garage, reserved for Yolan's creative projects.

Vroom!

I rode the motorcycle through the open doorway, and the door automatically slid shut behind me, sealing us in the quiet, dimly lit space.

"Park the bike in the middle," Yolan instructed, her voice echoing slightly in the empty garage.

I nodded and did as she asked, then dismounted and turned off the engine.

"So, what are you going to change about it?" I asked, approaching the workbench where Yolan was already sorting through a collection of tools and materials.

"You still want it to be black?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Hmm... I'm thinking we should give it a sportier look," Yolan mused. "Maybe something like a Ninja... but with enough room for two people."

"... Sure," I agreed, trusting her artistic vision.

"So, Xian," Yolan began, her voice curious as she skillfully unscrewed bolts with a wrench, "tell us how you ended up facing that demon."

"Well, I was riding home when I felt something following me, my Harbinger warned me, and then... it attacked. I had to defend myself, so I used my gun," I explained, recounting the events of the previous night.

"I see..." Yolan murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked.

Creak! Creak! The wrench turned in her hand, the sound echoing through the garage.

The garage was filled with the sounds of clanging metal and whirring tools as Yolan worked her magic. I watched in fascination as she expertly dismantled the motorcycle, her movements swift and precise.

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