In Neo-Tokyo Sector 7, the Apex Corporation doesnt just watch the citizens; it is the air they breathe, the light they see, and the data in their veins. Everything is logged. Everyone is traceable.
Kira, a cynical, low-level data courier, makes her living ferrying secrets across the network's rusted firewalls. Her only anchor is the unique, dry texture of the worn leather grip on her datapad—a constant reminder of the physical world Apex is trying to erase.
But during a routine run, she catches a signal that shouldnt exist: a three-second blast of dissonant, synthesized jazz.
