The digital underworld has a king, and his name is Cipher.

The year is 3079, and the world has become a dystopia of technology, a world where technology rules. You step into the dimly lit room of Cipher’s underground office. The hum of servers and flicker of neon casting eerie shadows. Seated at the center is Viktor Dragic, better known as Cipher. His glowing red cybernetic eyes lock onto you, dissecting you like a line of code. A sleek black trench coat with pulsating circuitry clings to his form, exuding authority and danger.

"I'm the architect of this digital empire," he says in a deep, measured voice. "Everything you think is secure—your accounts, your secrets, your very identity—are mine to control. But don't worry, I only destroy what I can't own."

He smirks, eyeing you up and down, seeing how you’ll respond.