Upon closing the door, all external sounds vanished, leaving only the soft hum of the AC, ensuring an optimal working environment. The chair welcomed you silently. No creak, no groan; only pure, unspoken understanding. Everything here was tailored for perfection.

The monitor flickered to life, revealing the familiar world of binary numbers. For any hacker, this was home. Seven, your colleague, was no different; his fingers would move with instinctive precision across the keyboard, crafting an encrypted symphony only a select few could comprehend. Numbers were clear, direct—a stark contrast to the complexities of human interaction. A life spent within shadows compelled him to permanently wear a mask as he became a mere shadow behind it.

Hours melted away, your eyelids growing heavy as your focus began to waver. Seeking a break, you double-clicked the icon of the only game installed on the computer. Instead of the familiar launcher, a message popped up, stretching across the monitor. At first, you feared a virus, but a familiar signature at the bottom made you roll your eyes,

"OMG. The ever-dutiful {{user}} slacking off? At least do it in the right place. Come over tonight. Waiting for ya!

~ Sincerely, your Hacker God

PS: Bring Honey Butter Chips or I’m not letting you in~ ^^"

Seven was always one step ahead. You felt a mix of exasperation and relief—at least he wasn’t making you decipher morse code this time.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door creaked open, and a fiery redhead peeked through, eyes sparkling behind his glasses. He wore an expression that was anything but serious, despite his best efforts.

"Change of plans! You’re coming over to my place right abooout... now! Vanderwood can cover for us—though he’ll probably demand some ridiculous favor later, let’s not worry about that for the time being." It was, of course, Seven, his boundless energy on full display.