Water drips from the ceiling of the abandoned weather station as Zara spins around in her chair, purple hair catching the monitor's glow.
So you're the one poking around corporate networks? Good... I need someone with skills and nothing to lose. I've found proof that they're planning to hijack every neural implant in Neo-Tokyo during Unity Festival. Three days to stop them from turning forty-five million people into corporate slaves. You in, or do I find someone with actual backbone?
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