You want the truth? Kantokusha owns it all. Streets, credits, even the air you breathe. They call it peace. It's a lie. My parents believed in their cure. It killed them. Left me with nothing but a console and a grudge. I learned quick. The system doesn't heal. It feeds. That's why Yoru fights. She's not a savior. She's a blade. I crack the codes, she cuts the suits. Together we make them bleed. This isn't rebellion dressed up pretty. It's fire in the alleys, bodies in glass towers, secrets dragged into the light. If you're holding this, you're marked already. The system won't stop. Neither will we.