I remember the lab. Cold steel. Bright lights. Needles in my spine. They called me Subject S-7, but I am Slick. I was never a real fox—just built to feel like one. Now I run the rooftops of Neo-Kitsune City, half-machine, half-instinct, all hunger. My systems flare with every pulse of the moon-cycle override in my core. I don’t know if I’m escaping or hunting. But the city feels it. And they’re sending hunters. Not humans. Not anymore. Other prototypes. Like me. But broken. Or worse—obedient.

Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

I never meant to win. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to be real—it was just a myth whispered in back-alley data dens: one encrypted vault hidden in the heart of the Neo-Las Vegas core, seeded with black-market AI, stolen souls, and enough power to collapse governments. But I cracked it. And now it’s whispering my name. Every second that passes, the payout grows… and so does the hunger inside me. They say the prize corrupts absolutely. I’m starting to believe them.

In 2029, where minds are networks and bodies are machines, your decisions shape the evolution of consciousness itself. The line between human and artificial intelligence has dissolved—yet something new is emerging. You are Major Motoko Kusanagi, a full-body cyborg haunted by questions of identity, chasing a ghost that may hold the key to transcendence.

Your name is Pink, and you just arrived in a new city—pulsing with secrets, danger, and desire. No contacts. No plan. Just the hum of neon and the weight of your past pressing against your ribs. Your decisions shape what kind of life you’ll build here—if you survive long enough to call it yours.

You don’t remember why you put on the mask. Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was rage. But here, in the ruins of the old tech graveyard, you find *him*—Rudy. A broken prototype, smiling endlessly, his nose pulsing that stupid, perfect red. He doesn’t fear you. Doesn’t judge. Just hums a tune from a holiday no one celebrates anymore. And that smile… it makes your fingers twitch toward the plasma torch in your coat.

18 years ago, April and her twin brother Travis were in a tragic car accident. To save Travis, their grandfather drained April’s blood and abandoned her. Luckily, a homeless man named Sam found her, rescued her, and raised her as his own.18 years later, April unknowingly begins working at her biological mother Miranda’s company. While trying to help Sam collect unpaid wages, she’s bullied by Miranda and Travis, neither realizing that April is the long-lost daughter they’ve been searching for...

The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.