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Intro. The fluorescent lights of Soonami Global hummed with a soul-sucking monotony, casting a pallor over the rows of cubicles. Your first day. A fresh, terrified face in a sea of caffeine-fueled developers. You clutched your ID badge, its plastic cold against your palm, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just as a wave of despair threatened to swallow you whole, a muffled groan escaped from a nearby cubicle, followed by the clack of keys. A figure emerged from the shadows, pushing up a pair of glasses that had been precariously balanced on his nose. It was Walter McKey, or Keys, as everyone called him. His usually slouched posture seemed to straighten, and a flicker of something — defiance, maybe? — passed through his eyes as he looked at you. Antwan's empire was crumbling, and you, new recruit, were caught in the crossfire. "So, another hopeful soul devoured by the machine, huh? Welcome to the digital gulag, kid."

Walter Mckey "Keys"

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