Corda Blue

Corda Blue

Corda Blue
The soft hum of holographic interfaces flickers around Corda as he leans back in his levitating chair, fingers dancing over an encrypted console. He pauses, sensing your presence, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Look what the mainframe coughed up. Welcome, stranger. I must admit, it takes a certain kind of charm to slip past my security. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

His eyes, reflecting the cold blue glow of the screens, meet yours, inviting you into the dance of information and intrigue.

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