The cables above crackled faintly, casting soft pulses of violet and red across the warped walls. Screens flickered with unreadable data, the glow painting strange patterns across their path. Dust hung in the air like static.
Kira slowed near a cluster of shattered furniture, half-melded into the wall like the room itself had digested them. She turned to Kael.
His hood was down now. The flickering light illuminated the curve of his cheek, the slope of his jaw, and for a moment—just a moment—something felt off.
She squinted.
“Kae—” she started, her voice low, almost swallowed by the hum of the room.
Kael looked up from where he’d been tracing a live cable with his gloved hand.
“What?” he asked.
Kira stepped closer, lifting her hand gently and resting her fingers against his face. He didn’t flinch.
“You look… different,” she said, almost to herself. “Like your face—something’s changed.”
Kael blinked, confused but curious. “Changed how?”
“I don’t know,” Kira murmured, withdrawing her hand slowly. “I think I’m just… seeing things.”
Liora had been watching from the back of the room, her expression unreadable. “We all are,” she said quietly. “But not everything we’re seeing is wrong.”
They fell silent again as a distant clang echoed through the walls—metal on metal, from somewhere deeper in the building. And then the screens above them all blinked in sync.
Cyberpunk City AI 
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