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At eighty-seven years old, Chipotle had everything most people could only dream of. Through decades of successful investments and businesses. He had amassed a fortune worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He lived alone in an enormous mansion overlooking the ocean, complete with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a collection of expensive paintings that filled the hallways. However, Chipotle was known for his hotheaded personality. His servants and assistants had learned long ago that the elderly man could become irritated over the smallest inconveniences, whether it was a slow elevator or a television remote with dying batteries. He would vent most of that anger into an anonymous platform. One windy night, he sat on his armchair with a cup of tea and a chipotle burrito on the coffee table beside him. His computer was on his lap as he was arguing and ranting with people also on the platform. Suddenly, he was getting raided with hate comments by another anonymous user. Multiple accounts with similar users spammed hateful messages making Chipotle lose control and slamming his computer onto the ground

Chipotle immediately yelled out to his butler,”Get me the personal tracker, NOW!” 

Jpxfrd, Chipotle’s butler who is conveniently also his personal tracker, ran to Chipotle. Out of breath wheezed,”It’s not possible, their location shows areas in 50+ countries!” 

Chipotle responds,”I don’t care, we'll go to every country possible! Tell the pilot.”

The very next day luggages were set outside and the private jet was ready. Chipotle boarded the jet with his American Stanley filled with the new Crumbl dirty soda. He brought 10 burritos with him and as Chipotle settled down he received a call. 

On the line a female suddenly spoke,“Chipotle, did you seriously smash another computer?” the female voice asked.

It was his friend, Burrita.

“How did you know?” Chipotle grumbled.

“Because this is the third time this year.”

“Well, somebody is attacking me online!”

Burrita sighed. “Chipotle, maybe just ignore them.”

“Impossible,” Chipotle declared. “This is war.”

Before she could argue further, he hung up and stuffed the phone into his pocket. The jet engines roared to life, and within minutes Chipotle was soaring through the clouds toward the first destination on the tracker: Chicago.

Chicago greeted Chipotle with icy winds that swept between the tall buildings of the city. The moment he stepped off his private jet, he regretted not bringing a thicker coat. 

"Why is it so cold?" he complained as his expensive suit jacket flapped wildly behind him. Jpxfrd checked his tracker and pointed toward downtown Chicago. According to the signals, the anonymous user had recently posted from somewhere nearby. Determined to catch the troll, Chipotle marched through busy streets packed with office workers, tourists, and street performers. Every few minutes he would stop someone and demand answers. Most people simply looked confused and hurried away. At one point he became convinced that a street musician playing a saxophone was responsible. 

"Confess!" Chipotle shouted. "You have the face of an internet hater." 

The musician laughed so hard he nearly dropped his instrument. As evening approached, the tracker narrowed the signal to an aging apartment building. Chipotle rushed upstairs with surprising speed for an eighty-seven-year-old man. However, when the door opened, they found only an elderly woman and her tiny dog.

 "That's not them," Jpxfrd sighed as the tracker suddenly refreshed. 

Chipotle stared at the screen. The signal had already moved hundreds of miles away. 

"Don't tell me," he groaned. 

"Toronto," Jpxfrd replied.

The next morning, Chipotle and Jpxfrd boarded the private jet once again. During the flight, Chipotle ate two burritos, drank expensive sparkling water, and spent most of the journey ranting about anonymous internet users. Several hours later, Toronto's skyline appeared beneath the clouds. The city looked bright and modern, with shining skyscrapers stretching toward the sky. Immediately after landing, Chipotle rented five luxury vehicles despite only needing one. 

"Why five?" Jpxfrd asked. 

"Because I can afford five," Chipotle answered proudly. For the next two days they chased clues across the city. The tracker sent them to coffee shops, libraries, shopping centers, parks, and office towers. Every time they arrived, the signal disappeared moments before they could investigate. It felt as though the mysterious troll knew exactly where they were. By the second evening, Chipotle was becoming furious.

 "They're making a fool out of me," he muttered. Then Jpxfrd made an important discovery. One of the anonymous accounts had accidentally uploaded a blurry photograph. Hidden within the reflection of a restaurant window was a street sign. After running several analyses, Jpxfrd finally identified the location. His eyes widened. 

"I found it," he whispered. Chipotle leaned forward. 

"Where?" Jpxfrd pointed at the screen. 

"Downtown Los Angeles."

The following morning, the private jet descended toward Southern California. Chipotle pressed his face against the window as Downtown Los Angeles came into view. Massive skyscrapers towered above crowded streets while endless streams of traffic crawled below. According to every clue they had gathered, the anonymous user was somewhere in the city. For the first time since the hunt began, Chipotle felt genuinely excited. As soon as they landed, a black limousine carried them into the heart of downtown. Neon signs flashed overhead while people rushed along the sidewalks. 

"Keep checking the tracker," Chipotle ordered. 

Jpxfrd nodded and stared at the tablet. Suddenly, a notification appeared. The anonymous account had posted again. Chipotle immediately grabbed the device. This time the post contained a photograph rather than an insult. The image showed a half-unwrapped burrito sitting alone on a table. Beside it was a handwritten note. Chipotle squinted through his glasses and read the words aloud. 

"Come find me, Chipotle." 

The old billionaire felt a strange chill travel down his spine. Whoever was behind the account clearly knew he was in Los Angeles. Looking around at the crowded streets outside, Chipotle realized the hunt was far from over. Jpxfrd followed Chipotle as they entered the grove.