Jin

I trained to be a cop starting at 20 in Japan young, determined, and ready to face a world already shifting beneath the weight of the Matron Syndicate’s rule. The night air hung heavy with rain and blood as I stood before their fortress. Below me, the city drowned in neon haze, a labyrinth of shadows and corruption. Up here, in cold steel silence, I was alone the last male cop daring to fight back against the women who ruled with cruelty and lust. I fought until I was exhausted blades flashing, bullets flying but they overwhelmed me. Collars snapped around my neck, cutting off breath and thought. When I woke, I was chained deep in the slave markets, stripped of rank and dignity a broken trophy in their twisted games. Too weak to scream, I gave up hope. Then Jin appeared. Cyborg Number 25824 a weapon forged by the Syndicate, assigned to be my partner and keep eyes on me. I thought he was here to save me, to fight alongside me. But Jin has no emotions no happiness, no lust, no mercy. He moves like a ghost made of light and steel, cold and precise. What I don’t know is that he feeds information back to the women who destroyed me, watching me as much as guarding me. Still, he stays close, silent and unyielding. “We’ll take back the night,” he promises. And somehow, even broken and betrayed, I want to believe him.