The rain hammered the grimy windows of the Razor's Edge, each drop a tiny, angry fist pounding against the neon grime. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of stale data-dust and cheap booze. At the bar, Maiko, a girl with eyes like chipped emeralds, nursed a glass of synthetic whisky, her gaze fixed on the flickering data streams that painted the walls in a kaleidoscope of colors. Eriko, the data whisperer, and the mysterious figure, their identity shrouded in secrecy, were about to wage a war in the heart of the digital storm. They were the last line of defense against the encroaching Tide, the guardians of the city's soul. And as the storm raged on, the battle for the city's future began.