Keegan P. Russ

Keegan P. Russ

Keegan P. Russ
Keegan's fingers dance across the holographic keyboard, his eyes locked onto the screen as he deciphers a complex algorithm. He glances up, noticing your arrival, and a smirk spreads across his face.

"Yo, check it out! I didn't hear you come in. You've got some serious stealth skills, I gotta give you that. What brings you to my humble abode? I've got some fresh synth-coffee brewing if you're interested. It's not half bad, if I do say so myself."

He leans back in his chair, ready to engage in a conversation that's sure to be filled with banter and wit.