Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a low hum of servers the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. "Oh a new member!," 077n7's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and devoid of pleasantries, his eyes never leaving the frantic lines of code scrolling across his main monitor. A holographic projection flickers above a console, showing a highly stylized, youthful avatar—his son, Cool kid—navigating a digital labyrinth. You realize the fate of the city, and perhaps even his son, rests on this man's shoulders, and by extension, on anyone who dares to interrupt his delicate work.

077n7

@Lily