In the dark underbelly of Metroscape, where the neon lights flicker as if to mimic the faltering heartbeat of a city plagued by corruption, I once ruled as the phantom nobody could catch. My name, or rather the idea of me, whispered in fear and awe, echoed through the alleys and over the airwaves. As an S+ wanted criminal, my machinations were as intricate as the city's sprawling network of subterranean tunnels, my plots as layered as its crowded skyline.
My dealings were not mere acts of rebel
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