Location: Nationwide Broadcast Grid Hack — 9:00 p.m.
Every TV in the country — even ones not plugged in — flickers on.
First static. Then black. Then:
A grainy video:
Korex, seated in his war room, barking orders:
"I want them wiped out — women, children, cameras, no exceptions."
Gasps in living rooms. Phones start recording. Screenshots flood Twitter.
Then a hashtag:
#KorexTheKiller
💥 Immediate Fallout
Protests erupt across Lagos, Kano, Port Harcourt.
Youths march with mock coffins.
Police stations set ablaze.
A military general resigns on live television.
Even some government media outlets break rank.
🔥 But Then… the Leak
12 hours later, an anonymous account drops a clip:
Behind-the-scenes footage.
A voice whispering direction:
"Tilt the camera… overlay his voice here…"
The Korex "execution order" video was fake.
Not fully — the audio was real. But the video?
A fabrication.
Suddenly, the headlines shift:
"Revolution Lies?"
"Who's manipulating who?"
"Was the truth not enough?"
😡 Division Inside the Resistance
At a safehouse in Benin…
Jamilah: "I told him this would backfire."
Dele: "He didn't care. He wanted war."
Halima, pale: "The people believed him. Trusted him. Now they don't know what to believe."
Tayo enters, phone shaking in his hand.
"It was one of us," he says.
"Only three people had access to the behind-the-scenes file."
He looks at Halima.
"You. Me. And VDM."
Silence.
🥶 VDM Responds
Later that night, a single video drops from VDM's verified burner channel.
He doesn't deny it.
He doesn't explain.
He simply stares at the camera and says:
"You've seen what truth gets us. Now you see what fear gets us."
"Pick a future.
One where you're ignored.
Or one where you're impossible to silence."
"This is war. Not therapy."
The Movement Fractures
Some call him a genius.
Others call him a manipulator.
More just call him dangerous.
The resistance begins to split:
One faction loyal to VDM, calling him the only one "strong enough to win."
The other following Halima and Tayo, vowing to "reclaim the movement's soul."
Location: University Archives, Nsukka – Underground Room 12
The air smells of dust, rust, and forgotten books.
Tayo slides a coded notebook across the desk toward Halima.
"We can't stop him head-on. Not yet. But we can outgrow him."
Halima opens the book. Inside: names. Locations. Handles.
Disillusioned activists. Banned journalists. Tech nerds. Discarded thinkers.
The people VDM stopped listening to.
🌱 Birth of Glassroot
"Glassroot," Halima whispers.
"Because it's quiet. Invisible. But cuts deep when it breaks."
Their goal isn't to expose VDM — not yet.
It's to build an alternative:
Truth-based journalism from exile.
Underground livestreams that verify, not dramatize.
Street-level healing projects: feeding protests, not fueling them.
"The revolution isn't dead," Tayo says.
"It just needs new soil."
🧠 Secret Supporters
They start recruiting:
A TikTok comedian once arrested for mocking Korex — now a master of coded satire.
A whistleblower medic who saved protestors during the Lekki-style crackdowns.
A data analyst with connections in the telecoms industry — and a grudge against the state.
Each agrees to support Glassroot — but under one rule:
"We don't become what we're fighting."
🧨 Tensions Rising
Meanwhile, in VDM's camp:
He senses the shift.
Views are down. Trust is cracking.
He demands total loyalty, starts purging suspected "soft voices."
Jamilah notices. Dele hesitates.
And Korex? He watches from the shadows, amused.
"They'll destroy each other," he tells Babajide.
"And all we'll have to do… is clean up the ashes."
📩 Halima's First Broadcast
Glassroot's first signal goes live — a late-night podcast under the alias "The Mirror."
Halima's voice is calm but sharp.
"We're not calling for blood.
We're calling for clarity.
If we burn everything, we become the darkness.
So let's build light — from the ground up."
Listeners trickle in.
Thousands tune in by morning.
Location: National TV Broadcast – Hacked Segment, 8:13 p.m.
The screen glitches.
Then a video cuts in — not from the resistance, not from VDM.
It's Korex. Calm. Polished. Holding a dossier in his hand.
"You've heard from the masked voice of Very Dark Man for too long.
Tonight, we show you the man behind the slogans… and the secrets he never wanted you to know."
He drops the name:
"Victor Damilare Moses. Born in Makurdi. Suspended twice for school violence. Brother to an officer who died during the first Lekki massacre."
Photos appear: VDM with family. VDM at 17. A funeral program. A letter.
Then—
A surveillance clip from years ago:
VDM beating a man in a hallway. Brutal. Unfiltered.
"Is this your hero?" Korex says.
"Or just another angry man addicted to chaos?"
🔥 Immediate Impact
Hashtags split:
#WeStandWithVDM vs #VDMExposed
His family's home is swarmed.
His mother is taken in "for questioning."
His younger cousin disappears — no arrest record, no trail.
💔 VDM's Inner Circle Reels
Jamilah: "Why didn't you tell us who you were?"
VDM: "Because you wouldn't have followed me."
Dele: "That video. You nearly killed that man."
VDM: "He was raping a protestor. The police wouldn't stop him. I did."
But the damage is done.
Even some die-hard followers pause.
"What else is he hiding?"
🏃♂️ VDM Goes Underground Again
With his name out, hiding becomes impossible.
He leaves Lagos. Changes cars three times. Disappears into the East.
Only a few know where he is.
Only one knows where he's going next:
A prison camp Korex has kept secret — where he believes his missing cousin is being held.
"They came for my blood," he says. "Now I go for theirs."
🥀 Meanwhile: Glassroot Reacts
Halima, watching from a cracked tablet screen:
"Now they've seen his face…
the people won't just question him — they'll question everything."
Tayo: "It's time. We can't just resist him. We need to offer them a new leader."
Halima hesitates.
"But who?"
"You," Tayo says. "Or me. Or anyone with enough truth left in them."