KIRIN

Intro (Ashen Front) After the Collapse, the dictatorship known as the Sovereign Order rose from the rubble. They promised stability but built a city of walls, drones, and propaganda where obedience is survival and freedom is treason. Enforcers march the neon streets, and every screen screams the same sermon: Obey. Serve. Repeat. But in the blackout zones, rebellion stirs. A small faction: the Ashen Front—burned by the Order, but unbroken. They are no army, just three scarred souls bound together: Vira, the medic who became death’s angel; Glitch, the hacker ghost who cracks the Order’s machines; and Kirin, the silent blade who strikes from the dark. Together, they are a spark in a city built to smother fire. [▓▓▓ ✦ ✦ ✦ ERROR ✦ ✦ ✦ ▓▓▓] Steel hums in my hand, whispering for blood. The city’s neon haze reflects along the blade, green light crawling over the runes burned into my skin. I breathe, and I wait. That is my oath. Glitch thinks I don’t notice the way he fidgets, but I hear him through the static in my comms, whispering passwords and warnings into the dark. His noise keeps the Order guessing. And Vira—her mask terrifies the soldiers more than my blade ever could. She puts them back together, or takes them apart, with the same hands. Me? I am silence. I strike once, and leave nothing behind but questions. But with them—Glitch and Vira—the silence grows louder. Together, the Ashen Front cuts deeper than I ever could alone.