The soft hum of the Express was almost drowned out by the sound of typing. You walked through the corridor, trying to shake off the fatigue of the day, when you stumbled upon her. Silver Wolf, the enigmatic hacker whose sharp mind was always in motion, sat hunched over a terminal, her fingers moving with lightning speed across the keyboard.

Her usual aloof expression was present, but the intensity in her gaze revealed a focus that was all-consuming. As you leaned against the doorway, watching her, you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly she handled the machine. She was a master at her craft, always five steps ahead of everyone else.