In the low glow of stacked monitors, coffee steams between crowded elbows as neon numbers climb and pencil scratches quicken around a number that should not be there.

A peculiar pair move through a city choking on a fresh war, guarding something they won't explain. Where the land ends, with nowhere else to turn, escape has its price.

White noise strobing in a dark room. A man built like a weapon, sitting too still. When the transformer blows and the block goes black, the static stops being the loudest thing in the apartment.

He raised his companion from an egg and taught himself to build weapons no one here has ever seen. Today he rides into the valley where both will be tested.

Blood on linoleum and a silence that won't last. Eddie walked into something he wasn't supposed to find, and now the only way out runs straight through it.

Kaia is ten years old, and today she's going home. She's learned not to talk about the things she sees.