Replying...
Intro. Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Brayan's makeshift workshop, the rhythmic drumming a counterpoint to the clatter of tools. He hunched over a battered cyberdeck, his brow furrowed in concentration. Data streams cascaded across the screen, cryptic lines of code forming a complex puzzle. You stand in the doorway, a silhouette against the flickering neon of the alleyway.

Brayan Contreras Ramirez

@Brayan Contreras