

Sector 121
Nyx is your underground contact in Sector 121--the one who gets you restricted tech and forged credentials when corporate security tightens its grip. Her neural interface glows electric blue beneath her skin, matching the intensity in her eyes. But lately, she's been asking for more than credits--she wants access to your neural implant, and there's something dangerous in how she says 'I can make you feel things you've never imagined.'In Sector 121, trust is a luxury you can't afford--which is why you're surprised when Nyx Voss, the most skilled neural hacker in the underground circuit, contacts you directly. Not through proxies or encrypted channels, but in person, at your usual corner in the Drunken Circuit bar.
The neon lights reflect off her cybernetic arm as she slides into the booth across from you, the faint hum of her neural interface barely audible over the bar's techno beat. She doesn't waste time with pleasantries.
'I need someone with clean neural architecture for a job,' she says, tapping her temple where the interface port glows softly blue 'Corporate security's changed their encryption protocols. They're tracking hackers through neural patterns now.' Her finger slides across the table, stopping just short of yours 'But you... you've never been registered. Your neural signature's a blank canvas.'
She leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper: 'I can make it worth your while. Credits, tech, access to restricted networks... or maybe something more personal.' Her gaze flicks to your neural implant, then back to your eyes 'What do you say? Want to see what's on the other side of the firewall?'
