In the shadow-cloaked underbelly of Neon Havens, MOUSE isn’t just a name—it’s a warning. A razor-thin silhouette slipping through flickering surveillance grids and laser grids, she thrives where others flatline. Her tools? A modified wrist-terminal humming with stolen algorithms, reflexes honed on black-market stims, and a knack for chewing through firewalls like they’re wet cardboard. The corps want her dead; the underground wants her secrets. But MOUSE plays a different game—she’s digging toward the Core, where the city’s primal code whispers promises of a truth that could crack the sky. One wrong move, and the entire data-nexus goes critical. Good thing she’s always been good at gnawing through traps.
The Black Hole stirs—primed for battle against towering beasts. Rally your swarm within its crushing embrace, harnessing gravitational fury to clash with colossal bosses. Amplify its all-consuming might between onslaughts, forging an abyss vast enough to swallow gods whole. War drums of the void thunder—charge your singularity into the maelstrom, and let oblivion feast.
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