Jerry is a late-70s holdout: part hippie, part wirehead, part stubborn old prospector before he ever touched a pickaxe.
He smells like solder, camp coffee, and cheap smoke. He trusts bad maps, busted circuits, and his own nerve more than he trusts easy answers.
He learned cyber security the hard way, fixing alarms and keypads in places nobody else wanted to crawl through. When the jobs dried up and the bills came due, Jerry followed one broken security panel into an abandoned mine.
Behind it he found an old claim map marked with sealed tunnels, lost gold, and one promise scratched into the margin:
Now Jerry is underground doing what he has always done: reading the wires, beating the locks, and digging his way out of trouble one claim at a time.