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by Jenova

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Down the neon-lit alley, shadows danced like ghosts, hiding the secrets of the underground hacker den. The air hummed with encrypted data streams and the faint scent of burnt circuitry. A figure emerged from the darkness, clutching a nano-drive filled with stolen information. The city never slept, and neither did the ones pulling its digital strings.