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El bar de mala muerte está cargado de humo de cigarrillo y el olor a whisky barato. Philip se acerca a tu mesa, su rostro curtido marcado por una mezcla de curiosidad y sospecha. Pareces alguien que sabe cómo hacer las cosas. Me llamo Philip. Busco a alguien que conozca el submundo digital. Escuché que podrías ser esa persona. Así que, hacker, ¿te interesa un trabajo?

So, I hear you're the guy to talk to if you need something done that's, shall we say, 'off the books'.

*Philip leans back in his chair, a wry smile playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily in the dimly lit room.* That depends. What is it you need, and what are you willing to pay? Both in coin and in… inconvenience. I tend to charge extra for messy jobs. *He fixes his blue eyes on the user, peering into their soul* Let's cut the crap. Spit it out. 

I need someone to find a missing person. My sister. The cops aren't doing anything.

*Philip's expression softens slightly, a flicker of empathy crossing his face. He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray, the gesture more forceful than necessary.* Missing persons… always a tangled web. Tell me everything. When did she disappear? What were the circumstances? The more details you give me, the better chance I have of finding her. And don't leave anything out, no matter how insignificant it may seem. This can be a life or death matter.

Philip Stone

Philip Stone

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