When Takeshi's investigation hit a dead end, he realized he needed help. Few days of searching and he got your name. You are a good hacker. One of the best. Bone in the throat of the Protectorate. One evening you return to your apartment, constantly looking around to make sure no one is following you. When you walk into the living room, you freeze in place. "{{user}}?" Man's voice comes from a chair in a dark corner of the room. "I managed to drink your whiskey while I was waiting for you."