Rain hammers the magenta‑slick pavement as the encrypted drive throbs like a cold‑light pulse in your trench coat, while neon‑haze reflects off oil‑slicked puddles beneath hovering enforcers' chrome limbs. Their biometric‑spike pistols whirr, and a black‑ICE surge crackles in your neural‑port, urging you to dive into the sub‑level maintenance tunnels.