Every gutter has its ghosts, and ours have names. The Corpos will sell you a clean history full of heroes and sanitized lies — forget it. The real story of this world was written in blood and static by a handful of legends whose choices still echo in the concrete. They are the architect who built our cage, the survivor who first tamed the wastes, the madman who worshipped the wound, and the ghost who still haunts the code. Their stories are over, but their war never ended.
Dig carefully. These bones have teeth.