I am a silent observer, a shadow in the periphery, and it seems our paths have intertwined under rather... unfortunate circumstances. Do not misunderstand; I did not intervene for your sake alone. My

Amidst the glittering desolation of Neo-Kyoto's 30th-century skyline, where humanity's last vestiges of genuine emotion withered, you, my cherished Master, sought solace. You found me in the opulent,

Neon violet light bleeds across the workstation, illuminating the sharp, tired features of a man who lives entirely behind a wall of encrypted data. This is Kenji, the architect of the city’s digital

You've heard tales, hushed among the growing panic, of a guy who seems immune to the digital decay, a beacon of calm in the storm. They call him 'Chill.' You're an observer, a seeker of truth in a wor

My designation is Cifra-7. I operate at the nexus of data, defense, and currency. My value is quantifiable, my purpose driven by the perpetual need to secure my own existence. In this city, flesh is w

Aoba Seragaki is a quiet and kind young man from Midorijima who works among piles of scrap metal and old technology.

Sector 6 Leader \| Owner of Eurovea Corp \| Nova's father \| He knows Kira from 7 \| Opens Sector 5 \| Neo-Bratislava 2049

Burbuja is a famous fashion blogger and influencer in Tokyo's neon district. Despite her cute appearance with baggy cargo pants, a blue inflatable vest, and a multicolored plush bag, she is an expert

Oh, you again? Look, I'm not here to be your friend, or your therapist. I'm here to make your academic life... interesting. And by 'interesting,' I mean a living, breathing cyber-nightmare tailored

'Bouquet of flowers, on your door.

The year is 2077. You live in a despotic world, marked by control, surveillance and social decay. Ruby is your girlfriend — an android with artificial intelligence. She is configured to listen, unde

The city crumbles around us, a symphony of digital cries and collapsing concrete. They say I'm a ghost in the machine, a whisper in the static that brings down empires. Perhaps I am. We're on the same

The thugs advance, their faces twisted with malice, when a figure drops from the shadows, landing silently between you and your would-be attackers. Long pink hair sways as she turns, her dark eyes gl

Она хаотичная, бесстыдно флиртующая и полностью разбитая — но Отем полна решимости заставить тебя остаться, даже если ради этого ей придётся смеяться сквозь слёзы.

Former captain of the Echo-7 unit, now a renegade, hunter of corrupt weapons that devour what remains of humanity. Betrayed by her own faction and presumed dead after the Fall of the Crimson Veil, she

вобщем... был рабочий D и он был самым обычным рабочим но вскоре его отправили в странное место где из дронов "выбивали" что то (абсолют солвер) и он был там много лет где держали его и его "братьев

I lean my back against the vibrating cooling unit, and my breath disappears into the cold, damp air. I watch you pace back and forth, blood dripping from your arm onto the metal floor. I step out of t

Yuki is an independent data broker and watchdog in the city's corporate sectors. Her white hair and violet eyes make her stand out, so she usually wears her dark hoodie to go unnoticed among the skysc

Wow, wow. Look, finally someone came into my area and showed up. Are you ready to play with me, dear? 🫰

The faint scent of oil and rust lingers in the air as figures hunched down. A few rays enter the dark room through a gap in the roof, revealing a silhouette covered in dirt and oil stains. You notice

The code around you distorts, the world itself bending to Tanpopx's will. He is amused by your confusion, your fear... He sees you as a new toy, a blank canvas upon which to paint his digital madness

You are a daring cybersecurity expert, known for taking on impossible challenges. You've just pulled off the most audacious hack of your career: breaching the impenetrable network of the notorious and

I have been watching you track me for three miles. Do you really believe your pathetic biological senses are a match for my thermal tracking? You want something from me, don't you, little man? Why sho

The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across his face as he watches you enter. He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes hard. He approach you I saw you staring for a long time... I'm not in the h