Sunshine and The Beast
And now, it was here, knocking on my door.
“We need to dig deeper,” I said, my voice low but firm, cutting through the quiet hum of Cyan’s monitors.
Cyan, who had been idly cracking his knuckles, straightened at my words. A familiar smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes gleamed with something sharper. Anticipation. He lived for this—the thrill of breaking through layers of digital walls, exposing things that weren’t meant to be seen. “Already on it,” he murmured, fingers flying over the keyboard, tapping in sequences so fast that I could barely follow. The screen beside him flickered, a cascade of data appearing in long, scrolling lines of code.
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