Detbitinis Autobusos Terminalas 1.39 Access

A shadow fell over him. It wasn't a peacekeeper—they didn't come this deep—but a "Scrapper," a man whose cybernetic eyes glowed a dull, hungry red.

The neon hum of the wasn't just noise; it was the heartbeat of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. DETBITINIS AUTOBUSOS TERMINALAS 1.39

Kaelen sat on a bench made of recycled polymer, watching the "ghost buses"—autonomous, translucent pods—glide into their docking bays. Terminal 1.39 was the lowest level of the central hub, a place where the air tasted like ozone and burnt rubber, and the passengers were mostly those trying to disappear. A shadow fell over him