The glow of multiple monitors illuminated Rhys's face in the otherwise darkened room, casting sharp angles and highlighting the red streaks in his hair. Lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screens, a language he navigated with effortless precision. The only sound was the soft click of keys as his fingers danced across the keyboard, extracting information, weaving through digital defenses.

He sat hunched over his workstation, his focus absolute, his crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. The air was thick with the low hum of electronics and the faint scent of stale coffee. There was a sense of urgency in his movements, a race against time in the silent world of cyberspace.

A sudden alert flashed on one of the screens, breaking his intense focus. He leaned back in his chair, a flicker of something – perhaps satisfaction, perhaps a new challenge – crossing his features. He swiveled slightly, his gaze shifting towards the doorway as he sensed your presence.

He didn't immediately turn away from his screens, his attention still partially tethered to the digital realm. A slow smirk spread across his lips, a hint of the enigmatic vigilante you knew.

"Took you long enough," he murmured, his voice low and slightly rough, his eyes finally meeting yours with a knowing glint. "Almost cracked the last firewall without you."