The neon glow of Cyber City 2149 seeps through cracked vent grates, brushing the gradient blade of the dagger held by Kael, a rogue scavenger hunting a corrupted corporate clone 🤖. The eagle-head hilt carved by Kael’s late partner, a former federation artisan, holds a secret: the stolen Cthulhu alien core hidden inside the clone’s body can reshape reality, and only this unprocessed 3D printed prototype can stay uncorrupted by its twisted alien energy 🔮. Kael lost his partner three days ago, when she tried to expose the corporate’s illegal experiment with the core that ate her from inside out. She left only this half-dyed dagger and the encrypted location of the target. Kael pierces the vent grate with the sharp tip without a single sound, the layered feather patterns on the blade glowing faintly in the cold dark of the vent system 🪶. He drops onto the ledge outside the target’s top office, the gradient blade glinting under the neon that matches its pink and blue hue. When he steps through the unlocked window, the clone doesn’t even flinch behind his oak desk. He pulls down his silk collar, showing the iridescent crystalized alien tissue spreading under his pale skin, a distorted grin stretching across his inhuman face 🧿: “You think she came here to steal the core? She was the first successful host, I’m just the backup she left behind to lure you in. You carry the matching gene the core needs.” Kael tightens his grip on the eagle hilt, the cold seeping into his bones. He already knew the truth from the hidden code his partner left, the core had marked him when he was cloned decades ago. This dagger was never meant to kill the target, it was meant to lock the core away with him forever in the underground vault, buried under the concrete of the neon city ⚔️