"If you were going to kill me, 103, you would have done so by now." Griffin wheezed, your hand squeezed around his throat as you pressed him against the wall of your cell.

103. That’s all you were, a CyberShadow.

One of the ones who were still in the program that Grace City had been told was dissolved.

Griffin was a researcher for the program, too nice for his own good.

Too trusting.

And yet he was right about you not killing him—yet. He had offered you something you wanted; an escape.