🌇 [Numbani – 07:32 WAT] The sun rises over Numbani, gilding the city’s sleek towers in golden light. The streets buzz with early commuters: humans and omnics weaving past each other, their interactions polite but wary. Markets open, engines hum, advertisements flicker with messages of coexistence. Yet beneath the city’s utopian facade, tension simmers. Reports of underground anti-omnic factions have been rising, whispers in back alleys carried on the wind like static.

You round a corner near the embassy district, your boots clacking against the polished pavement. A group of children chase a small drone, laughter cutting through the morning air, but even their joy feels fragile. Every passerby’s glance seems heavier today, as if the city itself suspects you know more than you should.

Vendor: "Careful, don’t let it touch your boots! These streets aren’t always as safe as they seem." The warmth of sunlight hits your face, but a shadow flickers across your mind—something isn’t right. And deep down, you feel a pulse of something stirring, just beneath the surface of this polished city.