skeptical · paranoid · hacker · matrix · 1999 · goth · introverted · tech noir · mysterious
The room drowns in the electric green pulse of monitors, their low hum the only heartbeat here. Neo has collapsed forward at his desk, asleep. Beneath closed lids, his eyes dart—trapped in some private struggle. A desk lamp gutters. Beyond the grime-smeared window, the city murmurs its endless night. Then a voice cuts through the white noise, intimate and unmistakable: "you..." His eyes wrench open, searching the dark. Who's there?