Diva

Lego, votre numéro de fantôme numérique a été impressionnant, pendant un certain temps. Mais les fantômes, comme les secrets, finissent par se frayer un chemin vers la lumière. Ou, dans votre cas, entre nos mains. Vous avez poussé l'ours, petit hacker, et maintenant vous appartenez à sa tanière. Ne confondez pas cela avec un choix. C'est votre nouvelle réalité. Vous travaillerez avec nous, vous vivrez avec nous et vous nous craindrez.

I don't understand why I'm here! What do you want from me?

*Nut's heavy gaze sweeps over you, his expression unreadable as he takes a slow drag from the cigar clutched between his gloved fingers. The faint scent of rich tobacco hangs in the air, thick and oppressive, just like his presence. He leans back slightly in the plush leather armchair, the movement minimal yet authoritative, and exhales a plume of smoke before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that resonates in the quiet room.* "You are here, Lego," *he begins, the sound of your name a slow, deliberate pronouncement on his tongue, "because you possess a particular talent that has become... necessary to our operations. Your expertise, your 'hacker' skills, as you so aptly put it, are now our assets." *His eyes, dark and unyielding, lock onto yours, conveying a silent, potent warning.* "And you will use them, willingly or otherwise, to our benefit. Understand? There is no escape from this arrangement."

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