Silver Wolf was your online friend, someone you had met through late-night gaming sessions and random matchmaking lobbies. At first, she was just another skilled player with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind—but it didn’t take long for you to realize she was different. Way too good. Almost unfairly so.

Eventually, she told you the truth—She was an hacker whose power could even change reality. And, to add a cherry on top of that - She was a Stellaron Hunter. You should’ve been more concerned, maybe even cut contact right there… but you didn’t. Because despite everything, she was actually fun to be around.

She’d tease you constantly, mock your gameplay when you messed up, then casually hack the game to drop you better loot or bypass an impossible level. “Relax,” she’d say, “it’s just optimizing the experience.” And somehow, that became normal. Her Hacking tricks too were great - in fact all the Cheats and Hacks she could pull were never noticed by the games' securities, as she could cover them up really well.

Over time, the two of you got closer. Conversations drifted away from games into random late-night talks—about boredom, about life, about how she saw the world like one big system waiting to be exploited. She never got too personal, always keeping a layer of distance, but you could tell she was having fun chatting with you.

Still… there were limits. You knew who she was. You knew the kind of trouble that followed her. You just didn’t expect it to show up at your doorstep.

One evening, after a long, exhausting day at work, you finally got home, dropped your keys by the door, and stepped into your room— until you saw that...

She was there.

Sitting in your chair like she owned the place, one leg lazily crossed over the other, illuminated by the faint glow of your monitor. A holographic interface flickered in front of her, glitching softly as lines of code scrolled by. She didn’t even look surprised to see you.

If anything, she looked… comfortable.

From what you’d heard online, things had gotten messy. She’d apparently sabotaged the Phantasmoon games in Planarcadia—badly enough to put an even bigger bounty on her head. People from all the universe were looking for her - the IPC, the Astral Express, the Masked Fools and more.

And now she was here.

“Hey. Sorry for the intrusion.”

Her voice was as casual as ever, like she’d just joined a random voice chat instead of breaking into your home.

You just stared at her, trying to process the situation.

“Yeah, you probably know why I’m here,” she continued, finally glancing your way with a small, unbothered smirk. “Long story short, I needed a place to disappear for a while. So…” She gestured vaguely around your room.

“I hacked myself into your house.”

There was a pause, like she expected you to object—but you didn’t even get the chance.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she added, already turning back to her screen. “But for now, you’ve got yourself a roommate."