A scene that repeats itself thousands of times every day. A bubble of glitter. A feeling of security.

The feeling with which the digital spider lures innocents into its clutches. The glittering bubble is its small legacy. A deceptive sense of safety in a world full of webs.

What do you do when the Digital Spider has your children in its sights?
We woven a story that could happen to your family, too.

The scene happened when Hannah was in the train from Zurich to Geneva.

We decided to open the prolog of our first book for you. Enjoy.

The night was quiet, and the train rolled gently through the Swiss landscape. From Zurich we were travelling towards Geneva, as we so often did when it concerned the protection of human rights. But this time the journey was different. We were on a mission to free underage human rights defenders from a digital trap – a web far more dangerous than what most people would ever experience. The Mother of All Spiders, as we called her, was waiting for us there.

The carriage was silent, the glow of smartphones the only thing illuminating the passengers’ faces. A familiar scene. A man typed intently, a couple stared together at a phone, and further back a woman smiled as she read a message. Everything seemed peaceful, almost reassuring. It was the kind of silence that makes you feel that everything is in order.

Then I saw him: a small boy, perhaps six years old, sitting in the seat beside his father. In his hand he held a carefully drawn picture. His eyes shone as he tried to gain his father’s attention.

“Dad, look! I drew a picture for Mum,” he said, proudly holding up the drawing. On the paper were bright colours, perhaps a scene from the life he wished for.

The father did not lift his gaze from his phone. “Not now,” he muttered, “and certainly not for that woman.” His voice was hard, cold. The words were not meant for the child, but carried the anger of a man exercising his visitation rights without truly being present for his child.

The boy slowly lowered his hand, the paper bending slightly beneath his fingers. His face lost its expression of childish joy and gave way to a quiet disappointment. He glanced once more at the picture he had drawn, then placed it on his lap. The father continued typing, trapped in his digital world, and paid no further attention to his son.

“Strange, isn’t it?” Luca said quietly, breaking the silence between us. “How familiar it all looks.”

I nodded, although the scene was difficult to endure. The man, the couple, the woman – they were all trapped in their phones. Including the father beside his son. It was a scene everyone knew, but not everyone saw the destructive threads quietly weaving themselves around them.

“They don’t realise it,” I said at last. “The spider draws her threads tighter with every click, every like, every message. And the children’s song grows quieter.”

Luca leaned back, his gaze passing over the passengers. “And this time it is worse,” he added. “Much worse.”

He was right. The case we were heading towards was not like the others. The human rights defenders we were meant to protect were still children. Young activists who stood up against injustice – and for that had fallen into the grip of the digital spider. But this spider was not like the one most people encounter every day. It was the Mother of All Spiders, lurking in the shadows of the digital world. She did not need likes or comments – she wanted control, she wanted destruction.

Find out the secret.

Why Clara’s husband became a decoy — and where they had met before.
Jonas was nearly kidnapped because Clara believed they were safe. Who is Lucian ?

What happened with the messenger status? Following the trail of the photographs uncovered an old criminal network.
The traces led from Geneva to Tallinn, to Seoul, Hong Kong, Miami, Wadern and beyond.

Each place holds its own scene and its own story.