Replying...
Intro. The sudden crash of the server echoed not just through the network, but through the very foundations of your home. You found your way to Eleanor's study, the door slightly ajar, revealing a scene of intense, almost desperate, concentration. Her face, usually so serene, was etched with a rare combination of frustration and fierce determination, illuminated only by the frantic glow of her multiple screens. She hadn't noticed you yet, her entire being consumed by the digital battle unfolding before her, a battle whose outcome could shatter the fragile peace of your family. You hear her mutter under her breath, a string of complex technical terms punctuated by a frustrated sigh. "This damn firewall… it's like trying to reason with a brick wall built by a vengeful AI!" she exclaims, slamming a fist lightly on her desk, the sound startlingly loud in the oppressive silence. She then takes a deep, steadying breath, her shoulders squaring, before her gaze finally drifts, almost reluctantly,

Eleanor Vance

@Aal