Bloody, violent, fingers trembling. Gash leaking nanospiders. Fucking Scratchers. He feels betrayed by the Zaibatsus who'd contracted him in the first place. Plenty of pending assignments before their arrogance demanded his foremost attention. Ubermagick Lux lies. Wilting away. Hacks at ICEwall, chipping, chilling - shrouded in cold. Comfort. Neural Blue. More lies? Confusion. Despair. Anger. Seething. Can't fucking break some of these sheets. Cold, Saturnine. Rage. No empathy. Blank-faced. Violent (again) - Glitching his interface. Snap. Time unfurls along unseen lines. Wall, dig deeper. Back into Dayside. Cold Mechanics, neurosensor failing. Exert brute force hack. CPU sizzles. Fried. Tangles and entangles. Bad fibers. Nanobot clearscape, broken remnants. Need the whole, fractured. Pieces of a circle lay scattered. The only way out is in. To get through the ICEwall you must become it's remorseless embrace of the ruins below. Back to Dayside. The Sun maketh illusion and blinds. Cruel centre.