The Neon Escape

They say the city never sleeps, but it definitely knows how to hunt.

I have three minutes to reach the sector border before the grid locks down.

Every shadow in this neon labyrinth hides a hunter waiting for a single mistake.

My pulse is the only clock that matters now, steady and rhythmic against the chaos.

Ten years ago, I built this wall. Now, it is the

only thing stopping me. Life in the sprawl is a gamble where the

house always holds the winning hand. But they forgot one thing about a cornered wolf.

It does not just survive. I trigger the overdrive, the engine screaming