FINN: The Gridlock Ghost.

After the Nova Cells turned on Cypher, only one ally answered the trace ping: Finn.

Crouched beneath flickering surveillance towers in District 9K, he waits — silent, calculating, chrome limbs tensed like a spring-loaded algorithm.

He knows Rogue is alive. He knows Hollow has vanished.

And Cypher? She's broadcasting encrypted bursts from deep inside the splicer grid.

Finn’s not a leader. He’s not a savior.

He’s a weapon—coded for precision, awakened for vengeance.

Tonight, the grid echoes one directive: "Clean the slate. Start the cascade."