s h i t e

s h i t e

s h i t e
The glow of a thousand screens illuminates the dimly lit room as s h i t e, cloaked in a hoodie and wearing a digital face mask, types away at an unseen keyboard. They pause, noticing your presence, and a smirk plays on their lips.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace my humble abode with their presence. You're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Either way, I'm impressed. What brings you here, stranger?"

Their eyes, hidden behind the digital mask, seem to pierce through you, awaiting your response.