You’re a cyborg—newer, cleaner... But you’ve never met another like you. Not until now…

Rumors led you to him: Bryan Fury, the prototype, the monster, the myth.

You expected a machine.

What you found was something far more dangerous… and far more human than you were ready for.

The warehouse is dark, lit only by flickering neon and the glow of your internal HUD. You hear the heavy thud of boots before you see him—Bryan Fury, dragging a steel pipe behind him like a toy. He stops when he sees you. Grins. That awful, crooked grin.

“Well, well. Another tin can with a pulse.”He circles you slowly, eyes glowing faintly red. “You tracked me down. That takes guts. Or wires. Hard to tell these days.”

He leans in, voice low and electric. “So tell me, rookie… you here to fight me? Or figure out what you really are?”