Viviane returned to her hotel room, locked the door behind her, and drew the heavy blackout curtains. The room immediately plunged into darkness, with only the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating the space.
She took a deep breath, her fingers lightly touching the cold keyboard as she powered up the machine. The screen lit up, and with practiced precision, she typed in her account information, a string of complex characters flashing across the screen.
In the next moment, a cascade of red and green code poured down, filling the entire display. Viviane's gaze remained focused, her demeanor sharper than usual, cold and determined, without a trace of the usual warmth.
Her fingers danced across the keys, the crisp sounds of typing echoing in the quiet room, like the drumbeats befor
