She's getting close to a breakthrough

"Alright, I think I’ve got something," Eden said, her fingers still flying across the keyboard.

"Yeah?" Seth leaned over her shoulder, curiosity sparking in his tone.

"The IP was heavily encrypted, so pinpointing its exact origin will take some time," Eden explained. "But I managed to isolate the city it’s coming from. I’ll run a deeper scan and see if I can narrow it down to a specific address or user."

"That’s amazing. How long do you think it’ll take?" Seth asked, his voice tinged with both hope and apprehension.

"Hmm, hard to say. Could be a few minutes... or a few hours," she replied with a slight shrug.

"Thanks for doing this, Eden," Seth said sincerely. "I owe you one. I’m going to head downstairs and catch some TV. Shout if you need anything."

"Will do," she replied, her eyes still glued to the screen as she set the scan in motion.

Seth made his way to the living room and collapsed onto the couch, flicking on the TV in a half-hearted attempt at distraction. But his mind refused to let go of his frustration.

"I’m screwed. How am I supposed to control myself around girls now?" he thought bitterly. The serum had turned him into a sexual powerhouse, but the side effects were spiraling out of control, creating more problems than he ever imagined.

Minutes passed before Eden appeared in the doorway, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"The program’s running now," she announced, walking over to join him. "We just have to wait and see what it turns up."

"Cool. Thanks," Seth replied, though his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

Eden studied him for a moment, then sat down beside him. "So, Seth... why are you so determined to trace the origins of this email?" she asked, her voice both curious and cautious.

Seth hesitated, his jaw tightening. "Well... did you read it?" he asked, avoiding her gaze.