A woman walked in. She looked exhausted, kicking off her high heels and dropping her handbag onto a chair. She was talking on the phone, her voice rendered as a faint, static-filled murmur through the camera's cheap internal microphone. Leo watched as she sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples.
He felt a sudden, sharp pang of guilt. This wasn't a movie. This wasn't a video game. This was a real person in her most private space, completely unaware that her choice of a cheap, poorly secured "smart" baby monitor had exposed her to the entire internet. She hadn't changed the default manufacturer password. inurl viewerframe mode motion bedroom full
User204: "Wow, look at that jewelry box." NetProwler: "I wonder where this is located. Anyone get the IP geolocation yet?" A woman walked in