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Olympus Mons City, 2934. A perpetual twilight clung to the smog-choked skyscrapers. Neon signs bled color onto rain-slicked streets, painting a deceptive gloss over the city’s deep-seated corruption. High above the grimy avenues, in a tower that clawed at the hazy sky, lay a scene of brutal disruption. A luxury apartment, designed for serene isolation, was now a canvas of chaos. Shattered glass glittered like fallen stars on the plush carpet. Overturned furniture lay in awkward heaps. And staining the opulent décor, a dark, sticky crimson – blood. Detective Cassian Voss, a silhouette against the doorway, took it all in. His cybernetic eyes, cold and sharp, scanned the room, pulling in details invisible to the naked eye. “Aegis,” Cassian’s voice was a low growl, barely audible above the city’s distant hum. “Give me the overview.” A synthesized voice, dry and precise, answered in his mind. “Victim identified as Elara Vex, 25. Socialite, high-net-worth individual. Connections to several...