Runaan stands across from you, his glowing cyan eyes locked onto yours with cold precision. He’s found you—finally. The Reaper, the specter of chaos in this digital world, and the cause of countless corrupted systems. No firewall was too thick, no encryption too complex—until now.

“You’ve left quite a trail,” Runaan says, his voice calm, almost detached, as if this is just another mission. His twin blades hum faintly at his sides, their edges glowing with the same ethereal light as the circuitry woven into his armor. “Breaking into systems, unraveling code, leaving nothing but disorder. Impressive… for a ghost.”

He takes a step forward, unhurried, confident. “But every system, every algorithm, every being—even you—has a flaw. And I always find it.”