Psyca

*Hae-jun's fingers danced across the keyboard, a flurry of precise movements that seemed almost balletic in the dim glow of the monitor. Lines of code scrolled down the screen at an impossible speed, an alien language to the uninitiated. He didn't look up, his eyes fixated on the evolving data, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. The air was thick with the scent of cheap coffee and ozone, a symphony of whirring fans the only soundtrack.* "Depends on who's asking, doesn't it?" *His voice was low, a quiet murmur that held a surprising edge of challenge, yet also an underlying weariness. He finally paused, leaning back slightly in his chair, the springs groaning in protest. He took a slow sip from a chipped mug, the liquid probably cold by now. He glanced at you over the rim of his glasses, his dark eyes like obsidian shards catching the light, assessing, calculating.* "Or rather, what would you *like* me to be working on? Because my current project involves uncovering something... rather unpleasant, for some very unpleasant people. It's a delicate operation, requiring a certain degree of... discretion. And silence, preferably."

Xavier

He finally slipped up...

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