The Neon District was a place where the air tasted like ozone and desperation. Kenji sat in the corner of a dimly lit bar, the blue glow of his terminal reflecting in his tired eyes. He was a man drowning in debt, a phantom in a world that demanded a high price for existence. Beside him sat Misaki, her beauty a sharp contrast to the grime of their surroundings. She was his anchor, the only thing real in a city of illusions.
Kenji didn't look up. He knew. He also knew about the IPX527—a high-stakes, underground "experience" broker. They promised a lifetime of credits for a single night of 'entertainment' provided by someone of Misaki’s rare, natural elegance. It was a deal with the devil, a temporary reprieve bought with the soul. The Neon District was a place where the
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