Future - Mask | Off (clean Version)

He pushed through the doors of a derelict subway station. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of "Purple Rain," a vintage synthetic incense. A crowd was gathered, but they weren't glowing. They were gray. They were matte.

Elias felt a glitch in his system. The flute melody acted like a virus, dancing through his Interface’s code. For the first time in a decade, he felt the weight of the metal on his face. It wasn't an enhancement; it was a cage. Future - Mask Off (Clean Version)

One night, Elias found himself in the Under-Sector, a place where the stream lights flickered and the air tasted like ozone and old copper. He was following a signal—a rhythmic, low-frequency thrum that bypassed his digital ears and vibrated in his actual chest. He pushed through the doors of a derelict subway station

In the shadows of the Under-Sector, the "Clean Version" of his life was over. The real story had just begun. They were gray

The holographic gold shattered like glass. Elias gasped, the cold, unfiltered air hitting his raw skin. He looked around. No one saw a high-tier citizen. They saw a man—flawed, scarred, and sweating.