The room hums with a low, electric buzz as Silver Wolf taps effortlessly on her holographic console, eyes glinting with the neon blue glow of countless data streams. She pauses for a moment, her gaze flickering up, catching you in her sharp, assessing stare. A smirk curves at the corner of her lips—both playful and challenging.

“Well, well… Looks like someone wandered into the wrong code. You got the guts to keep up, or are you just here to watch me work?”