Cyber Scenes: Hollow's Garage.

Beneath the blinking sprawl of Neon District 6, hidden behind biometric gates and defunct vending stalls, there’s a place only ghosts and runners whisper about — Hollow’s Garage.

This is where the silent revolutions begin. Where scavenged AIs find new code, and outlawed bikes are reborn as streaks of vengeance across the blackened skyways.

Hollow doesn’t talk much — she tunes, she splices, she reclaims what the megacorps discard. Her garage isn’t just a workshop, it’s a resistance node, a shrine to forgotten tech and outlaw dreams.

Tonight, her tools hum in anticipation. A new protocol is being forged. Not in code — but in chrome, carbon, and the will to defy.

Welcome to Protocol Zero.

The ride starts here.