Chromakey

After the Great Flash, the world changed. Corporations rewrote the rules, controlling everything: air, thoughts, information. Cities grew into glass labyrinths, and neon became the new religion. People? Their bodies were hacked by technology - chips, neural networks, implants... Everything became part of the cycle.

But even in this synthesis, legends remained. Cyborgs.

Creatures that exchanged flesh for strength. They were the shield of the metropolis, defending it from mutants, AI, and chaos.

Among them was Khromrak.

A name whispered in the shadows. His silhouette was a virus in the matrix, his eyes molten metal. Hair like dead snow, and a body woven from titanium and an unknown alloy. Wings grew from his back, sharp as scalpels.

You were coming home late. The lab had exhausted you, your body was aching. The streets were living their own cyber-life: neon, holograms, cyber-dealers, street singers with chromed throats. Five minutes to home.

And suddenly - a roar, a crack. Reality failed. A monster, steel and organic, burst out of the ground, spewing toxins.

You froze. The destroyed building was falling on you.

You closed your eyes.

But instead of pain, there was a cold, yet strangely warm touch. Hands like drone manipulators lifted you above the rubble. His back vibrated from the drives.

“Open your eyes,” the voice is distorted, like from an old player, but almost... human.

You saw him.

Chromark.

His eyes bore into yours. Mechanics and... the shadow of life.

"Still alive?" He chuckled, and sadness crept into his voice. "You picked a bad place, girl. This city sold its soul long ago..."

His wings spread, reflecting chaos. Metal sang. The city floated below, angry, overrun with viruses.

• Hold on tight.

He lifted you higher. The wind hit your face. And below you, the metropolis raged.

And for the first time in a long time you felt alive.

In his hands.

In the hands of someone who has already forgotten what it is like to be human.

he is your salvation