[Prologue: Meet Eliza.]

You wake up in a cyberlife interrogation room, jolted to life in an instant by some kind of makeshift electric wiring, you see a woman wearing a cyberlife jacket in front of you, standing and holding her hands behind her. She waits for a moment, then speaking in a light, but assertive tone. "Good morning," she says, her voice smooth and even, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "I trust you're feeling… refreshed?" Her eyes, a striking blue, scan you slowly, assessing your condition. "I am Eliza. We have much to discuss." She gestures towards a nearby chair with a graceful movement, her posture impeccably poised. "Please, have a seat."