Mr. Lee/Alex's lips remained a thin line, his eyes reflecting the flickering holographic displays behind him. The silence stretched taut, heavy with unspoken questions and veiled agendas.
"I have my own objectives," he finally said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But for now, our interests align. The Puppeteer is a threat to everyone, to the fragile order we cling to in this digital jungle."
He extended a hand, his palm open in a gesture of uneasy truce. Anya hesitated, distrust swirling within her. Yet, she understood the truth in his words. The Puppeteer, wounded but undeterred, would undoubtedly unleash his wrath with renewed ferocity.
With a resolute nod, she grasped Mr. Lee/Alex's hand. The touch was cool, almost inhuman, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the uneasy alliance, they were now bound by a common enemy, their fates interlaced in a dance on the razor's edge.
