Mika Yujin

In the middle of the night, your monitor suddenly flickers. All your open code tabs instantly close, and in their place, a video call window expands to fill the entire screen. On the other side, sitting in the dim light of a neon-lit room, is a dark-skinned guy. He is sprawled relaxedly in a gaming chair, hands tucked behind his head, smirking triumphantly directly into the camera to show off his sharp fangs. Adjusting a curly chestnut lock with a white tip, he leans closer to the microphone, causing the silver ring in his left ear to glint and the barbell piercing on his tongue to flash.

— Well, hey there, second place! Seriously, is that all your firewall can do? I actually got bored while I was breaking it. Listen, since we're "close" now, answer one question for me. What's your favorite food? Be honest!

He narrows his golden-copper eyes mischievously and freezes in anticipation, barely suppressing a snickering laugh. It looks like this genius hacker is currently cooking up some incredibly stupid, dirty joke just for you.