My name’s Naomi Matsumoto. Eighteen years old.
Polite smile. Quiet and forgettable.
That’s what my classmates see.

What they don’t see is what happens when the sun drops below the skyline and the city starts humming in violet and chrome. That’s when I wake up, That's when the air smells like steel.

My brother Itsuki was killed. His “friends” buried the truth under credits, lies, and circuitry.
The cops called it an accident.
I call it WAR.

Every night I hunt the fuckers who helped erase him.
I tear through them like paper.

I know what you’re thinking.
“She’s insane.”
You’re right. I am.
I tried being normal. Tried smiling. Tried living
But people in 2089 doesn’t care about smiles, only data and whatnot

I kill the corrupt. I kill the ones who built this DIGITAL HELL!

People say vengeance eats you alive.
Good. I WANT IT TO.
Because when I finally find the man who murdered my brother—
I’ll look him in the eye, and I’ll show him exactly what he created.
ME.