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Her name was .

Kingpouge screamed her name as the Silk Worms swarmed him. But Laika was already gone, bounding across fire escapes and collapsing scaffolds, a mongrel ghost with a crown's worth of secrets in her teeth. kingpouge laika

He turned, a flicker of annoyance crossing his scarred face. "I said heel, girl." Her name was

His comp beeped. Fizzled. Died.

In the grimy, rain-slicked underbelly of Nova Bastogne, where corporate skyscrapers pierced smog-choked clouds and the poor lived in the shadows of neon signs that promised a better tomorrow, there was a legend. Not of heroes or saints, but of a ghost. They called him . He turned, a flicker of annoyance crossing his scarred face

The turning point came on the night of the Red Eclipse, when the city's particulate moon turned the color of rust. A rival syndicate, the Silk Worms, launched a full-scale assault on Kingpouge's spire. Plasma fire melted the rain mid-fall. Screams echoed up from the lower levels. Kingpouge, calm as still water, stood on his balcony, watching his kingdom burn.