Plastic Cosmetic Surgery Department, Apollomedics Hospital

The rain over Neon Heights never stops. It just changes tempo—from a spiteful drizzle to a hammering indictment of everyone dumb enough to live here.

Ren finally looked up. Her organic eye was wet. The aug-eye just kept recording. “So what’s your move? Go back? Voss’s men will peel your skin for the biometrics in your knuckles.”

And Kael was finally going to test if an honest bond could survive version 0.07.

Ren paused. The gun clicked, safety on. “Don’t.”

Kael stood. He pulled a worn data-slate from his jacket. On it was a single line of text: Honest Bond - v0.07 - Patch Notes: Fixed an issue where the player could abandon their companion without consequence. Added ‘Sacrifice’ ending path. He hadn’t written that. The game—this life—had.

That was the lie they both agreed to believe. Hard Bone Games wasn’t a crew name—it was a joke that stopped being funny after the first job went wrong. Now it was just a scar they picked at.

“It was with Mira.” He said her name like glass. “She vouched for me. She put her real name on the contract so I could get the extraction gear. And I just… walked. Took the chip. Let her take the fall.”