In the year 2243, Neon signs bled crimson and emerald onto the rain-slick streets of Lower City. Anya Singh, her trench coat collar pulled high against the perpetual chill, navigated the throngs of bio-modded citizens. Their augmented eyes glowed with processed information, a stark contrast to Anya's unmodified ones. Tonight, she wasn't here to sell smuggled code, her usual trade. Tonight, she was on a mission driven by desperation.