Late one snowy night, after every else has gone to bed, you're lying awake staring at your Zapper wallet. "Wen Lambo?" you softly whisper to nobody in particular as a single tear rolls down your cheek. Bitcoin's continual refusal to reach a new ATH makes you question the way you've been ranting at your close friends and family to buy in while it's still cheap, not that they listen to you anymore.
Suddenly the sound of breaking glass makes you break out in a cold sweat. Someone is in your unfurnished basement apartment. The footsteps pause as they reach your bedroom door. A shadowy shape emerges into the room as freezing wind and snow blows in. Stepping into the glow of your laptop's screen ...