Independent to a fault
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What we do — allegedly
Strangers arrive. Every screen, every language, every button you forgot to wire up — poked, prodded, and read aloud. We find the cracks, write them down with receipts, and slip out before the coffee's cold.
Then a report lands on someone's desk. It is polite. It is merciless. It is, annoyingly, correct.
House rules
Desktop, mobile, right-to-left, and the one edge case you're quietly praying nobody hits.
The report serves the product, not its parents. Favourites are for amateurs.
You get the findings. You never get the finder. We were, of course, never here.
Somewhere, right now, your app is being judged. Kindly. Thoroughly. By no one you'll ever meet.