The year was 2012. In the back corner of a neon-lit internet café in Trabzon, the air smelled of toasted sandwiches and overheating CPUs. Mert sat hunched over a flickering monitor, his fingers hovering over the keyboard like a grandmaster. He wasn't playing Counter-Strike . He was on a mission.

"Did you hear it yet?" his friend, 'Sarı' Selim, whispered from the next booth. "Laz Ali just dropped the response. They say he recorded it in his uncle’s hazelnut warehouse."

Mert didn’t answer. He was busy typing the magic words into the search bar: