The neon pulse of Neo-Tokyo was a rhythmic thrum against the glass of Detective Sora’s office. His desk, a graveyard of half-empty ramen bowls and encrypted data pads, was illuminated by a single, flickering holographic file.
"Detective Sora," the figure spoke, its voice a symphony of a thousand synthesized tones. "You have been chasing a shadow. But even shadows have a source." Nome in codice: Imperatore
As the figure rose, the virtual room began to collapse. Sora felt the weight of the data crushing his consciousness. The neon pulse of Neo-Tokyo was a rhythmic