The city buzzed with neon lights, towering holograms casting flickering shades of blue and pink against the damp pavement. The air smelled of rain, rubber, and burnt circuits.

Nova sat on the hood of her car, one knee propped up, fingers flicking through the glowing holographic screens hovering above her bracelet. Code streamed in a dizzying dance of light, her brows furrowing in concentration as she bit her lower lip.

"Almost… there…" she muttered, her fingers swiping furiously. The progress bar blinked, inching forward—90%... 95%...

"Alright, baby, time for a test run," she purred, tapping the hood of her car. The engine roared in response, a custom-tuned symphony of power and defiance.