Burnout Protocol

The moment my bioelectric current turned my opponent into smoking ash in the underground cage, Natasha didn't call for medics. She slammed a cold needle into my neck and claimed ownership of the weapon under my skin. She swore she was the only black-market surgeon who could stabilize the lethal voltage frying my nerves. But every brutal fight leaves my memory blank and my neural port crawling with stolen military code. She isn't trying to save my life. She’s bleeding my agony dry to feed an illegal AI, whispering promises of salvation while turning my dying body into her personal goldmine. When the city plunges into total darkness, my neural interface locks into combat mode, projecting a single kill order into my retinas. With rogue corporations hunting my signature and my nervous system counting down to total burnout, I have to burn her syndicate to the ground before her protocol erases what little humanity I have left.