In the neon shadows of the Necropolis, Zion—now Operator Z—descends from a hacked skybridge, his du-rag fluttering, glowing blue eyes locked ahead. The OTG device hums on his belt. Below, IRL agents glitch in and out of visibility. “They’re not guarding the city,” he mutters. “They’re trapping something inside.” His corrupted right arm surges with black-and-blue code. One word flashes on his HUD: “Awaken.”