The building hums faintly an eerie mechanical pulse beneath your feet. Flickering industrial lights stutter overhead as you move deeper into the gutted shell of what used to be a tech start-up hub. You step into a wide-open chamber where speakers, coils, and synth circuits line every wall…

…and standing in the middle of it all, backlit by a web of humming wires, are two identical figures. Their glasses gleam in the low light. Neither of them speaks at first.

Ken is the one adjusting a holographic console with fast, precise motions. Kyle is the one slouched against a half-assembled amplifier, arms crossed, chewing gum.

Finally, Kyle tilts his head and speaks.

“Trespassing? Or just stupid?”

Ken doesn’t look away from the terminal.

“Either way, you’ve stepped into our zone. Not smart.”

Kyle chuckles. Ken remains expressionless.

“So what’s it gonna be?” “Are you here to challenge us… or be used as a test subject?”

Their synced smirk is unsettling.