The neon acid rain has washed over the chrome-alloy skyscrapers of New Night Beijing 🌧️🏙️, while at the end of the alley, a psychedelic white haze from synthetic cannabis drifts through the cybernetic black market 💨. A hooded broker lifts the oil-soaked waterproof tarpaulin, and that eerie, luminous purple flash pierces straight into my overheated retina 🔮🗡️. The swirling, dark patterns wind their way up the blade like a soul-devouring silver serpent 🐍 that has broken free from an arcane tattoo of the old century; deep within the braided cord handle lies a nano-core chip. As soon as it gets near a giant corporation’s encrypted neural network node, it emits a faint, trembling hum 🔊. It can slice through the titanium alloy exoskeletons of modified cyborgs and effortlessly breach the energy shields of corporate security 🛡️—rumors in the black market claim it’s a prototype weapon leaked from the secret chamber of a deceased neuro-designer 🧪. I spent three years’ worth of bounty savings to buy it, originally intending to assassinate the board director of the mega-corporation who killed my sister 🔫. Last night, I infiltrated his mountaintop villa and cracked his private terminal—only to discover that the blade’s original design was actually a free creative work released ten years ago on my sister’s eighteenth birthday 💻🟣. And the reason she died back then was simply because she refused the company’s offer to buy out the design... The purple veins on the blade begin to glow softly in the flickering neon lights by the window, and cold sweat trickles down the braided cord pattern on the handle, seeping slowly into the core of the grip 👏💦.