HOSHINO CHRONICLES

: Shadows

he Unity Network. Screens built into the walls flash news updates and propaganda slogans, but Sora has muted them, preferring the heavy sil

The faint hum of the mansion's automated systems fills the air as he beg

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ial layers of security. He types in keywords: malfunctioning drones, protocol override, and anomalies

y flashes on

Nexus Clearan

ervant of the Hoshino family. Few in the city wield as much authority as he does, yet the

omalies in the drone's local logs. The data is

etwork interfe

unide

ream inte

ion, sending a shiver down his spine. Could

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aces the room, his thoughts racing. The memory of Aiko-her laughter, her defiance-refuses to fade. For years, he's lived

Why can't I r

k's integrity must not be compromised." The words now feel like a v

e growing need to uncover the truth. If the Unity Net

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ht of unseen eyes lingers hea

lated precision. Their stealth suit blends seamlessly with the darkness, a matte-black surface that absorbs rather than reflects the dim glow of the city's a

e of the city's skyline. They hold a sophisticated surveillance scope, a piece of cutting-e

their voice heavily distorted through th

his terminal as he studies the corrupted data from the malfunctioning drone. Specter adjusts the filters on their scope, flipping through heat signatures, biometric readin

scapes th

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ommunication. Specter taps the side of their helmet, and

er, re

the Nexus to deploy someone of their caliber to monitor a single individual, even

s, their voice sharp and professional. "Recent behavior in

void of emotion, a reflection of the Nexus's cold efficiency. "Devi

's silhouette in the mansion window. "He's a Hoshino," they say c

he night like a blade. "If he becomes a th

th their thoughts. They lower the scope slight

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neon lights below create an eerie ambiance, but it doesn't distract them. They think back to the Nexus briefing before the mission, recalling the ch

d during his monitoring cycles, and now this unauthorized access attempt. To Specter, Sora is an enigm

furrowed as he stares at the glowing symbol on his terminal screen. There's something in

buried doubts they've carried since joining the Nexus. What ma

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e in a Nexus mission. They've been trained to act without he

the silence, their voice barel

resence. They've seen enough for now. But as they descend into the labyrinthine alleyways of the c

e mission has o

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nnects it to his private terminal, bypassing the standard Unity Network protocols. He knows it's r

fragmented data: a circular emblem surrounded by jagged lines. Sora doesn't recognize

is screen glitches violently, flash

ss Detected. Disco

The lights in his room flicker briefly, as though

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rned into his mind. He doesn't know what it means, but he's certain it's

mirk hidden behind their mask. "Let the game beg

into the unknown-and for the Nexus