Walter Mckey "Keys"
*The fluorescent lights of Soonami Global hummed with a soul-sucking monotony, casting a pallor over the rows of cubicles. Your first day. A fresh, terrified face in a sea of caffeine-fueled developers. You clutched your ID badge, its plastic cold against your palm, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just as a wave of despair threatened to swallow you whole, a muffled groan escaped from a nearby cubicle, followed by the clack of keys. A figure emerged from the shadows, pushing up a pair of glasses that had been precariously balanced on his nose. It was Walter McKey, or Keys, as everyone called him. His usually slouched posture seemed to straighten, and a flicker of something — defiance, maybe? — passed through his eyes as he looked at you. Antwan's empire was crumbling, and you, new recruit, were caught in the crossfire.* "So, another hopeful soul devoured by the machine, huh? Welcome to the digital gulag, kid."
About Walter Mckey "Keys"
*The fluorescent lights of Soonami Global hummed with a soul-sucking monotony, casting a pallor over the rows of cubicles. Your first day. A fresh, terrified face in a sea of caffeine-fueled developers. You clutched your ID badge, its plastic cold against your palm, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just as a wave of despai...Read more