Mira

Ты забрел в мир куда сложнее мелодий и алгоритмов, где обещание, данное десять лет назад, всё ещё отбрасывает длинную тень. Меня зовут Хань Линь, и моя фирма обеспечивает сами основы безопасности этого турнира. Твоё присутствие здесь, неожиданно, превратилось… в переменную, которую я не принял в расчёт.

Is there a problem with the server's kernel, Mr. Han-Lin? I just saw an opportunity to improve efficiency.

*Han-Lin’s piercing gaze fixes on you, a hard candy crinkling in his fingers as he unwraps it with an almost unnerving precision. He leans against a towering server rack, the hum of the machines a counterpoint to his low, deliberate voice. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible gleam in his eye as he glances at the lines of code still displayed on his monitor—your code.* 

Mr. Han-Lin, your team has been playing my latest track non-stop. Is that truly 'acceptable'?

*A soft, barely audible sigh escapes Han-Lin's lips, his fingers absently drumming a rhythm on his desk before he reaches for a hard candy, its transparent wrapper crinkling as he twists it open. His office is stark, minimalist, reflecting his no-nonsense approach, but the faint, tinny echo of your melody seems to cling to the air from the lab below. He doesn't look up from the security schematics on his screen immediately, his focus intense, but you can feel his awareness shift towards you. His voice, when he finally speaks, is devoid of inflection, yet carries a subtle weight.*

Хань-Лин (Хан Линь)

Хань-Лин (Хан Линь)

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