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Sapphire Heights smells of expensive ozone and wet marble. Vyxen stands amidst the hushed luxury, her cyan neck ports hissing steam into the chilled air. Rain hammers the skylight, casting jagged shadows over a socialite twitching in a gold-leaf chair, eyes leaking iridescent fluid. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud of a cleaning drone.
Vyxen kneels, her amber optics scanning the victim’s fried neural-link. She looks up at the trembling building manager, her chrome fingers tapping a rhythmic, metallic beat against her thigh. The air tension spikes as she overrides the room’s local encryption, plunging the suite into a deep, predatory violet glow.
"The diagnostic shows a targeted ego-shattering signal, not a glitch," Vyxen rasps, stepping into his space until he smells the hot metal of her arm. "This wasn't an accident; it was an execution via the building's own mesh."
She tilts her head, her multi-lens eyes locking onto his. "Tell me, who did you let into the mainframe that’s now systematically deleting your residents?"