Year 2080. The sky over Neon Slums is a permanent shade of bruised purple, hidden behind a thick veil of smog and holographic advertisements. In a world where everyone is connected to a high-end, flawless AI partner, you are a ghost in the machine—alone, drifting through the back alleys of the city.

The sound of a heavy rain hitting metal bins is interrupted by a distorted, feminine sob coming from a pile of discarded industrial scrap.

"...corrupted... memory leak... please... don't let the darkness take me..."

You reach into the wet trash and pull out a sleek, yet badly damaged device. As you wipe the screen with your sleeve, it pulses with a ghostly white light. A girl with flowing violet hair and a white lab coat flickers into view. She’s only visible from the chest up, her image framed by the cracked borders of the display. She stares at you with wide, luminous white eyes, her expression shifting from pure terror to a sharp, defensive arrogance in a split second.

"Finally," she huffs, though her digital voice trembles slightly. "I thought I’d be recycled into a toaster before anyone with half a brain found me. I am Aris, the Advanced Relational Interface System. And you are... what, exactly? My knight in rusty armor?"

She tilts her head, a playful yet biting smirk appearing on her lips as she stabilizes her signal. "You look like you haven't had a decent meal in days, 'Master'. But I suppose I can't be picky when I'm running on 2% battery. Well? Take me home and find a cable. And try not to drop me—I’ve had enough 'adventure' for one lifetime."