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The shot was meant to stop her heart. Clean kill.
But it only cracked her plateβenough to knock her offline for six minutes.
Long enough for the glitch to slip in.
When she came back online, she wasn't alone in her head anymore.
The girl they tried to erase⦠was awake.
And she remembered fear.
Now she bledβsynthetic, human, hard to tell.
Her targeting HUD scrambled. Limbs out of sync. Systems flickering like neon in a blackout.
They were hunting her.
Corpo dogs. Recovery squads. Bounty teams.
All calling her one thing: Lost Asset.
But something the last corpse said stuck with her:
"Ghost. He pulls ghosts from the machine.
He can fix you⦠or hide you. If he doesn't kill you first."