He pressed Y.
“You sure about this?” Misha’s voice crackled through his earpiece, laced with the static of a dozen proxy servers. “InsaneRamZes ain’t a scene group. He’s a ghost. People who crack his releases sometimes wake up with their chrome rebooting in the middle of the night.” Cyberpunk.2077.Steam.Rip-InsaneRamZes
“You can’t afford a lobotomy either.” He pressed Y
The file transfer completed with a soft chime, a sound almost gentle compared to the jagged neon scream of the city outside. Kael stared at the folder on his worn-out datapad: Cyberpunk.2077.Steam.Rip-InsaneRamZes . 87.3 GB of pure, uncut, probably-illegal data. He’s a ghost
He opened his mouth to answer, but the gold in his eyes flared. When he spoke, his voice echoed with the faint, distorted sound of a retro arcade machine booting up.
