Somewhere in District 1, in a vault even Seitenshi couldn't access, a small red light blinked to life on an untouched console. A technician—faceless, uniformed—stepped inside.
The data was corrupted.
But one fragment survived.
A name.
A voiceprint.
A memory.
"Subject 27: synchronization failed. Memory resilience exceeding threshold. Awaiting further instruction."
The technician tilted his head.
Then shut the vault.
And walked away.