"Tonight's goal is simple," Kuma stated, gesturing to a flickering holographic map of the . "Asougi is moving 'Temp Workers'—citizens who slipped up and are being sent to their labor camps. We intercept the transport, liberate the shipment, and remind the Corporation that some people still have teeth."
, the group's resident genius, didn't look up from her soldering iron. "I've already bypassed the local security grid. We have a three-minute window before the corporate enforcers realize their 'utopia' is being breached". Dohna.Dohna.rar
, the clan’s tireless second-in-command, adjusted his mask as the group gathered in the dimly lit safehouse. The air smelled of cheap ramen and ozone. Beside him, Kirakira hummed a pop tune while checking her weapons, her casual demeanor hiding the "Killer of Killers" reputation that earned her the name. "Tonight's goal is simple," Kuma stated, gesturing to