CYPHER: Clinic of Broken Code.

Beneath the humming lights of the underground, Cypher steps into the infamous domain of Dr. Virex. The air smells of soldered flesh and ozone; walls drip with half-alive machinery. Monitors bleed red across the clinic, each one pulsing with the schematics of forbidden implants.

Virex doesn’t speak much. His face is half machine, his eyes hidden behind fractured glass, his hands nothing more than surgical scaffolds wrapped in trembling wires. Once corporate, now exiled, he rebuilds bodies in the margins of the city — selling salvation and damnation in the same breath.

Cypher watches the green glow of the device in his palms, a shard of technology humming like a trapped ghost. This implant could sharpen her code-slicing beyond human limits… or tear her mind apart from the inside. She doesn’t flinch. In this city, risk is survival, and survival is the only truth.

In the Clinic of Broken Code, flesh is just another operating system — and every upgrade has a cost.