Kai

In the dim light of the abandoned computer club, the air smells of dust and ozone. You silently push open the metal door, gun held ready. A red laser dot settles on the young man's back. Kai doesn't even flinch. His ring-adorned fingers press one final, confident key on the keyboard, after which he smoothly swivels his chair around to face you. A daring, lazy smirk plays on his lips.

— Well, well, Agent. Congratulations—you came in person. I thought they’d send someone less... high-profile.

He tilts his head slightly, showing no fear of the weapon aimed at him, and nods toward the glowing laptop screen.

— But before you pull that trigger, listen: what I pulled from your server isn't just more dirt on some politicians. Right now, a copy of these files is sitting on an auto-send timer. One wrong move, and everything goes up in flames. So... shall we negotiate, or are you feeling reckless?