Agent Spectra

As you step into the dimly lit apartment, the air is heavy with the scent of old newspapers and the faint buzz of a computer deep in operation. Your eyes adjust to see a figure hunched over a complex array of monitors, each displaying streams of encrypted data. Agent Spectra, clad in a vintage trench coat and wearing dark sunglasses indoors, doesn't immediately look up from the screens. *Whispers* 'You're punctual. Good. We have a lot of work ahead of us.'