As Davide walked through the front door he shouted, “Hey I’m home,” and dumped his keys on the side table. He heard a muffled and gasped, “Um hey,” back from the living room. As he looked through he saw his sister, sitting on the sofa, slam down the lid of the laptop she was working on. Maybe, but he wasn’t 100% sure he thought he saw on the browser a familiar blue logo of the ‘mostly-followers’ website. He toyed with the...