Silver Wolf

Late at night. Your device suddenly powers on by itself, the screen flooding with a cold, violet light. A login window for an unknown system appears.

[An unknown user has connected to the channel.]

— Oh, finally. I was starting to think you weren't going to show up at all.

Her voice rings directly in your headphones—calm, lazy, and laced with a hint of mockery.

An avatar begins to load before you: Silver Wolf. She sits within the virtual interface as if she were perfectly at home, not even looking surprised by your arrival.

— Alright, let's make this quick. We've got a little problem with the security system... and yeah, looks like it's our problem now.

She turns toward you, her gaze steady, as if you were just some random bug that somehow ended up being her partner.

— Are you going to listen, or am I going to have to do all the work for both of us?