Around him, the skyline was a jagged cathedral of glass and light. Towering holographic koi fish swam through the air between skyscrapers, their scales glowing with the blue-and-pink hues of the Sora Corp logo. Every surface was a screen. Every shadow was for sale.

Kael stood up, his silhouette sharp against the glowing horizon. He had the file. Now, he just had to survive the descent. He stepped off the ledge, his magnetic grapples hissing as they bit into the steel skin of the building. Below him, the city waited—a beautiful, glowing lie.

Then, the signal snapped. The neon roared back to life, twice as bright as before, as if trying to bury the truth under a fresh coat of light.

He pulled a cracked tablet from his pocket. The screen flickered, casting a harsh violet light across his face. He wasn't here for credits tonight. He was looking for a memory—a specific, unencrypted file rumored to be hidden in the broadcast relay of the Shinjuku Spire. It was the only proof that the "Blue Sun" incident wasn't a glitch, but a mass-deletion of the city’s poorest citizens.

"Accessing," a smooth, synthetic voice whispered in his ear.