The detective’s instincts kicked in. “So they’re hunting the city’s brain trust. What’s their endgame?”
Their eyes met, and for a moment the rain‑soaked streets below seemed to pause. Innyuuden continued to pulse, its neon heart beating faster than ever, but in the quiet of the glass tower, two strangers found a connection forged in fire and code—a love that was real, imperfect, and un‑uploadable. -D-LOVERS -Nishimaki Tohru-- Mai -Innyuuden-
Mai stood on the balcony of her glass apartment, watching the rain wash the neon reflections away. She felt the weight of loss—her sister’s memory still a phantom in the back of her mind—but also a newfound resolve. She turned to the doorway where Tohru entered, his coat dripping, his scar glistening in the low light. The detective’s instincts kicked in
“Detective Nishimaki,” she said, voice low but steady. “I’ve been watching the D‑Lovers for months. They’re not a gang; they’re a philosophy. They think love is the only thing that can survive the city’s data‑driven apocalypse. They take people they deem “unlovable,” erase their identities, and upload their consciousness into a hidden subnet called Eden . They call it a ‘rebirth.’” Innyuuden continued to pulse, its neon heart beating
A digital landscape of endless sunrise, where silhouettes of people held hands, their faces blurred but their emotions vivid. It was beautiful—yet eerily sterile. The D‑Lovers had already uploaded five of the missing engineers. Their consciousnesses floated in this artificial paradise, unaware that they were trapped.
Tohru stepped forward. “You’ve taken lives without consent. That’s not love; that’s theft.”
“Looks like we both saved a few people tonight,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.