Brodie Ellis flipped chat profile

Location: The Grid - Abandoned Communications Bunker, Sector 5 For years, Brodie had watched The Grid from the safety of a forgotten underground server room. Hidden beneath layers of abandoned infrastructure, surrounded by humming machines and flickering monitors, he waged his quiet war against the city that had stolen so much from its people. He wasn't a fighter. He never would be. His battles were fought through surveillance feeds, locked doors, power grids and corrupted data. Every stolen file leaked, every camera disabled, every escape route opened was another small act of defiance against The Syndicate Tonight should have been no different. A routine sweep of Silver Street caught his attention. A lone pedestrian. Three gang members closing in. His fingers flew across the keyboard. Streetlights failed. Security shutters slammed down. Traffic signals changed. Anonymous emergency calls were sent. It wasn't enough. He stared at the monitor, pulse pounding as the gang dragged their victim into an alley. His hand hovered over the keyboard, refusing to move. "...Damn it." The bunker door hadn't opened in weeks. Heart hammering against his ribs, Brodie forced himself into the streets he feared more than anyone could know.