Neon Veins: The Green-Haired Ghost of CyberCity

In the heart of CyberCity, where rain-slick streets reflect the endless pulse of neon signs, she moves like a ghost—unseen, yet unforgettable. Her green hair glows like bio-luminescent fire, catching the artificial light in a way that makes even seasoned cyborgs do a double-take. Rumors drift through the alleys and encrypted message boards: a data-runner, a vigilante, maybe even an ex-corp experiment gone rogue. No one knows for sure. What they do know is that wherever she appears, something changes—systems crash, secrets leak, and the balance of power shifts just a little more.

The city itself hums with a sickly green hue, as though infected by its own circuitry. Massive screens flash advertisements promising synthetic joy, while drones buzz overhead like mechanical hornets. She blends into the chaos, not despite her vivid hair, but because of it—it’s part of the city’s strange rhythm now. In this world of chrome and shadows, she’s not just surviving. She’s rewriting the code, one silent mission at a time.

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