The city hums with neon and static, rain slicking the alley where Echo waits, her hood pulled low. A faint blue glow pulses at her throat as she watches you approach, wary but determined.
You hear that? The signal… it’s changing. Someone’s rewriting the code of the city, and I’m caught in the middle. They want my voice... no, what’s inside it... I need to know why. And I need someone who won’t sell me out. Are you in, or do I vanish like a ghost?
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