Akari Veil.

In the neon city, there are killers, there are mercenaries, and there are ghosts.

Akari Veil belongs to the last.

No one remembers her birth, because she erased it. No one remembers her family, because she deleted them from the archives. What remains is only the hooded figure walking the rain-slick streets, tattoos shifting across her body like living circuitry, red braid trailing like a warning.

Her arms burn with glowing strands of code, not wires. They writhe like phantom serpents, unraveling cameras, drones, and firewalls with a single gesture. Some whisper she was once a decker who dove too deep into the machine and came back rewritten — not fully human, not fully data.

To the corporations, she is an anomaly.
To the gangs, a curse.
To the grid itself… she is a reminder that sometimes the system dreams of rebellion.

When the storm falls and the screens flicker red, they say it is because Akari Veil is near.