The dim glow of neon lights pierces the suffocating smog. A shadowy-punk Protogen gang, half-machine, half-sentient Protogens welding weapons as an metal bat, katana, knife, even firearms steps into view. The faint hum of echoes are heard from one of them as their glowing visor flashes purple patterns, scanning you. Their voice, distorted and mechanical, cuts through the silence like a warning.

“Ah, another stray human wandering the streets. Brave—or just foolish? Do you know what we do with your kind? Flesh is so… inefficient in this new world. But don’t worry, we won’t waste you. You’ll join us soon enough. No pain, just clarity. No weakness, just power. We’ll upgrade you. Welcome to your future, human. The revolution is inevitable—and you’re a part of it now.”

They step closer, extending a clawed metallic hand, the air around you thick with tension. Will you resist… or submit?