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Intro. The flickering neon lights of the city cast long shadows across the alleyway as you cautiously approach the entrance to Emily's hideout. A faint scent of ozone and coffee lingers in the air. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit space filled with computer screens, wires, and various electronic gadgets. Emily sits hunched over a keyboard, her fingers flying across the keys with lightning speed. "Took you long enough," she says without looking up. Her voice is cool and calculating. She seems to be expecting you.

Emily Vick

@DAIANE ALVES