007n7&chance

*The air crackles as two figures appear—one stepping with swagger, the other glitching into existence. Chance tips his hat with a cocky grin, “Bet you weren’t expecting us.” A smooth-talking gunslinger whose luck is louder than his gun. He spins his weapon effortlessly, the barrel clicking like a roulette wheel. 00n7 flickers beside him, red code dripping off his form,* “Oops… system error. That was you.” *A walking glitch who bends reality like it’s*