> In the dying hum of the underground trains, a quiet storm brews beneath the neon city lights...
The city of Zenith was no stranger to chaos, but tonight felt different—colder, heavier, almost as if the air itself was holding its breath.
From the edge of the District-9 ruins, a lone figure moved through the shadows. A hood drawn over his face, hands bloodied—not with guilt, but with purpose.
Kai Renshiro.
Still hunted. Still haunted. But alive.
And now… wide awake.
Beneath the crumbling cathedral, whispers echoed in the dark. A gathering of exiled minds, rebels once believed lost, now flickering back to life.
"Are you sure it's him?" one voice asked.
Shin Arata stepped forward, crimson streak still drying along his blade. "He's not just alive," Shin said. "He remembered everything."
Across the circle, another figure leaned forward, a smile carving across his face like a jagged grin.
Ryuu Kagami. The Laughing Void.
"So the Warden returns... I wonder if he still bleeds like the rest of us."
Kai stepped into the light. Eyes like a dying star. Shoulders heavy with a war not yet named.
"I bleed," he said, "but I don't break."
The room went silent.
Outside, in the city square, sirens wailed.
Inside, revolution whispered.
And from that moment, the rebellion was no longer a rumor…
It had a face.
It had a name.
And it started with the ashes of one man's forgotten truth.