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The rain-slicked alleys of Neo-Tokyo reeked of burnt circuitry and desperation. I clenched my cybernetic fist, the servos whining as the target’s last bodyguard hit the ground with a wet thud. “You’re out of moves, Kaito,” I spat, leveling my pulse pistol at his temple. The bastard grinned, blood trickling from his split lip. “Wrong. You ever hear of a black hole grenade, choom?” My HUD screamed warnings—too late. The air twisted, reality itself groaning as the singularity erupted. Next thing I knew, I was free-falling through a kaleidoscope of shattered timelines, his laughter echoing like a glitch in the system. “Game over? Nah. Just respawn.”