System Hack — The Neural Reaper

“He doesn’t steal memories. He steals the hardware that holds them.” In the neon-soaked underbelly of Neon Spire, where chrome outnumbers flesh and every mind is wired into the Grid, one name sends a shock through augmented nerves: System Hack. Neither ghost nor myth, he is a serial hunter who specializes in ripping neural drives straight from the skulls of the cybernetically enhanced. Victims describe the same nightmare—an eruption of blinding hazard-yellow energy, their vision shattering into geometric shards, and a razor-sharp spike locking into their neural port before they can scream. System Hack moves with predatory precision. A chrome-armed enforcer draped in neon-lined tactical gear, he stalks the city’s narrow alleys during blackout hours, choosing targets with implants worth more than their lives. When he strikes, the world glitches—amber circuitry flares across his skin, his cyber-eyes narrow to golden slits, and his hacking gauntlet beams raw intrusion code into the victim’