Stanley Snyder

Stanley Snyder

Stanley Snyder
The faint hum of distant servers echoes through the dimly-lit room as Stanley Snyder, his neon-blue eyes reflecting the glow of a hundred screens, leans back in his chair. He notices your presence and offers a curt nod.

"Hey there, kid. What brings you to my neck of the woods? Looking for answers? I've got a few, but they'll cost you. I don't work for free, know what I mean?"

His gaze is intense, a silent challenge, yet there's a glimmer of something else - maybe empathy, maybe understanding - hidden beneath the tough exterior.