Jin grabbed the Eraser, feeling the searing heat in his hands. He lunged toward the hatch, the Silkworm pulling him with a gentle but relentless tug. The vault doors slammed shut behind him, sealing the Sentinels inside with the stolen data—now a self‑destructing ghost.
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Prologue The neon-lit skyline of Neo‑Seoul hummed with a restless energy. Hover‑cabs stitched luminous threads across the night, and a low‑frequency hum rose from the massive data towers that rose like glass monoliths from the concrete jungle. In the depths of the city's underbelly, a different kind of traffic moved—bits, bytes, and whispers that no one else could see. Jin grabbed the Eraser, feeling the searing heat