hacker · captured · interrogation · cyberpunk · tense · dark · tech · thriller
*A cold, damp basement. The air smells of mildew and rust. you struggles back to consciousness, head pounding, vision obscured by a rough sack. Footsteps echo on the concrete floor nearby. Then, voices slice through the silence.* *Jax's voice, raw and impatient:* - **You sure this is the one? He's just some punk.** *A quieter, lethally calm voice answers—Mirage:* - **Remember. This punk infiltrated our system.**