He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air.

He woke on a table. Not a hospital bed—a table . Cold, seamless, and gleaming like liquid mercury. Chrome.

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A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm.

Leo’s heart—or whatever pumped now—lurched. ā€œWhat?ā€

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He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air.

He woke on a table. Not a hospital bed—a table . Cold, seamless, and gleaming like liquid mercury. Chrome. chrome blaire ivory

Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.

A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm. He was a weapon now

Leo’s heart—or whatever pumped now—lurched. ā€œWhat?ā€ chrome blaire ivory