In a dimly lit cyberpunk hideout, a hacker's multiple screens glow with neon reflections from the rain-slicked streets outside. The sprawling urban skyline is visible through digital haze as if in a dream. Chrome surfaces glint with blue-pink neon light as she types away at her console, fingers flying over keyboards worn down by years of use. Her cybernetic implants pulse in syncopation with the rhythm of data flowing through them.