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Three days after the run. Seattle, Puyallup Barrens. Kuro's hideout.

Kuro sat on the edge of his worn mattress. He hadn't slept in 72 hours. But his gaze was fixed on his right hand. He had taken off his glove. His hand was a mixture of flesh and chrome, the fingers reinforced, the joints servo-assisted. It looked the same as always. But it felt like it was burning. A cold, sticky fire.

The voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper in the wind, but it echoed in his skull as if the speaker were standing right behind him.

Kuro clenched his fist until the servos whirred. "Shut up," he muttered.

"Did you say something, chummer?"

Viper's voice snapped him back to the reality of the dingy room. The entire crew was there, crammed into the small space. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a combat knife.

Viper paced back and forth, his expensive suit looking out of place in this environment. “We’ve been waiting for three days now, Kuro. Three days! Not a word from Johnson. Not a word from Evo. But I’ll tell you what we have: a giant crosshair on our backs.”

“The gate is quiet,” Static interjected. The decker sat in the corner, cyberdeck cables hanging from his temples like snakes. He looked pale. “Too quiet. Evo isn’t looking for us. At least not officially. That scares me more than anything.”

“We blew the job,” Brick growled. The troll leaned against the reinforced apartment door, arms crossed. “No goods, no money. It’s that simple. We should go into hiding.”

Viper stopped in front of Kuro and pointed accusingly at him. “We didn’t screw up. He screwed up! We had the thing! We were practically out! And then our ice-cold samurai suddenly gets cold feet and drops a biological weapon of mass destruction because it felt weird?”

Kuro slowly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, the implants around his irises glowing faintly. “It wasn’t a weapon, Viper. It was… something else.”

“It was a pile of nuyen!” Viper yelled. “And you left it! No one will ever hire us again if this gets out.” Viper spat on the floor. “I’m out. I’m trying to get my head out of this before Evo sends in the death squads. If you’re smart, you’ll do the same. Forget my number, Kuro.”

Viper stormed toward the door. Brick shrugged, pushed off the wall, and followed him. “No offense, Boss. But I’m not working without paydata.”

Static pulled the cables out of his head, coiled his deck, and looked at Kuro apologetically. “I can’t do this, Kuro. That thing in the lab… the way it ignored my deck… it’s way too much for me.”

Then they were gone. The door clicked shut.

“You look like shit.”

Kuro flinched. He’d forgotten she was still there. Rifa sat cross-legged on the floor, in the shadows of a corner, wrapped in her worn coat covered in fetishes and bone fragments. Her eyes were closed, but Kuro knew she was looking at him—just not with her physical eyes.

“Why are you still here, Rifa?” he asked wearily.

She opened her eyes. They were dark, almost black. “Because I see what others can’t.” She stood up and slowly walked toward him. She reached out her hand, but didn't touch his skin, stopping a few centimeters above his right hand. The air between her palm and his began to shimmer slightly.

"You have a connection," she said softly. Her voice wasn't accusatory, just analytical. "It's like an astral thread. A thread. It's thin, but it pulsates. It's sucking at you, Kuro. It's feeding on your essence."

Kuro stared at his hand. "It's talking to me, Rifa. It says it wants out."

"Ghosts often lie," Rifa said cautiously. "But this isn't a ghost. It's... flesh dreaming. If you don't sever this connection, it will drive you insane. You'll burn out."

"I'm getting this thing. Not for Viper. Not for Evo. But to silence it."

He cocked his heavy preacher's pistol and turned to Rifa. "Get out of here, Rifa. This is suicide."

The shaman smiled sadly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial containing a murky liquid and some chalk. "You need someone to watch your back, Samurai. And your bullets alone won't help against what's waiting there." She drew a protective symbol in the air, which briefly glowed blue. "A dog never abandons its pack. I'll come with you."

"Then let's go and die," he said.

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