As the chorus hit its peak, Lyra didn't just move; she blurred. She became a streak of neon light, weaving through the enforcers at a speed they couldn't track. The song wasn't just background noise anymore—it was her engine. She wasn't just a girl in the Under-Net; she was the ghost in the code, faster, sharper, and far more dangerous than anything the city had ever seen.
She had been hunting a specific file for weeks—a legendary "Lost Frequency" rumored to contain pre-collapse consciousness. When she finally cracked the encryption of an ancient server, she didn't find blueprints or bank codes. She found a rhythmic, heavy thrum.
