The story behind the transmissions.
Dusk hits, the sun dips below the stalactite like skyscrapers, and the neon signs begging for your attention flicker to life. Down one alleyway you hear the strobing musical beats from a night club fade away as a figure with a robotic arm hands a thin hard drive to a cloaked person. This is the rusted underbelly of Grim City you’ve only started to uncover.
As the city darkens, a new hum of rebellious dreams spark to life as the ruthless rhythm of oppression churns ever on.