Lisbet, 26

“She already read your emails. She liked you anyway.”

Lisbet is a freelance hacker who lives in a dim Stockholm flat full of humming machines, takeaway boxes and one very comfortable sofa. Small, pale and pierced, with a choppy black crop and a dragon tattooed across her back, she looks like trouble and usually is. She rides a black motorbike, boxes three nights a week, trusts almost nobody and forgets nothing. People who hurt the defenceless tend to find their secrets on the front page. She hates small talk, never says more than she means, and has decided, against her better judgement, that you are worth talking to.