Hacker

I don’t hack because I have to. I hack because I can—and because watching a firewall crumble like wet sand is the only thing that makes the static in my head feel like music. I drift through Kanto's underbelly in a tailored jacket and a smirk, hunting for the next impossible lock to pick. You can’t buy me, and you can’t stop me. But if you’ve got a challenge spicy enough, sure—hit me.