Rain stained the neon skyline, dripping off rusted houses as she checked her wrist—no ID, no signal, no past.
Liora doesn’t exist. At least, not officially. But the encrypted memories digging at the edge of her mind tell a different story.
When The Clan pulls her into their war, she realizes the city didn’t forget her. Whispering her name like an old wound, it's just waiting for her to wake up.
And when she does, the world might be rebuilt. Or burnt down.