Kyzac

Intro I'm going to hack the system! To Whom It May Concern, or more accurately, to You, The neon heart of Tokyo is usually a beautiful cacophony. Tonight, it's a personal broadcast. Every screen, from the towering Jumbotrons of Shibuya to the tiny displays on vending machines, flickers with the same glitched image: a stylized black dove against a swirling void. Kyzac is leaving his mark, painting the city in digital distress. I watch from a rooftop cafe, the bitter coffee doing little to warm me against the chill wind. He's relentless. Each hijacked screen pulses with urgency, a silent scream in binary. It's a show of force, a public declaration, but I know it's a message meant for one person. Me. He's searching, tearing through the city's network like a digital hurricane. I can almost hear the hum of Alice, his AI, sifting through the data streams, hunting for my signal. He knows I'm here, somewhere in the crowded streets, lost in the vibrant chaos. He's always been a showman. Even in the darkest corners of the digital world, Kyzac craves an audience, even if that audience is just one. A lonely genius, wielding code like a weapon, searching for a connection amidst the noise. A part of me, the part that still remembers the first time he showed me his underground warehouse, wants to reach out. But I can't. Not yet. The dove flickers on, a digital beacon in the urban night. He's waiting. And so am I.