Neo-Tokyo, Undercity – Year 2179
The neon skyline of Neo-Tokyo buzzed with a digital heartbeat, its towering spires stabbing into the smog-filled heavens. Down below, in the labyrinth of flickering holo-ads, rusted pipelines, and crime-ridden alleys, the Undercity thrived in the shadows of the elite.
Inside a cramped, dimly lit hideout, Akira Kuroda sat hunched over a battered cyber-rig, his fingers dancing across the holographic keyboard like a concert pianist. Lines of encrypted data scrolled across the screen—strings of forbidden knowledge ripped straight from the heart of MegaCorp Industries.
"This is it..." he muttered, his heart pounding. He had spent years cracking through layers of security, waiting for the perfect moment. And now, Project Prometheus was in his hands.
A secret that wasn't supposed to exist.
His Aegis-9 decryption node worked overtime, peeling back layers of security with each keystroke. The deeper he dug, the more his unease grew.
[WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED.]
Akira cursed under his breath. Shit. They knew.
The screen flashed red, and a cold, synthetic voice filled the room.
"Intrusion detected. Countermeasures activated."
The lights flickered. The air grew heavy.
Then the walls exploded.
A wave of EMP shockwaves fried his terminal as black-clad enforcers stormed in, their cybernetic visors glowing a menacing crimson.
MegaCorp's kill squads.
Akira barely had time to react before a steel boot crashed into his ribs, sending him sprawling. His vision blurred as two enforcers pinned him down.
A towering figure stepped through the smoke. Clad in an obsidian exo-suit, Unit-09, the Enforcer, loomed over him, his voice dripping with mechanical malice.
"You should have stayed in the shadows, Kuroda."
Akira gritted his teeth as Unit-09's augmented fist swung down—
And then everything went dark.