"I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward. The Enforcers recoiled, their sensors screaming in confusion. "But all your bullets ricochet."
The city was a machine of cold glass and grinding gears, and Elara was the grit that it tried to spit out. They called them "The Hollowed"—those whose spirits had been deemed inefficient for the Great Cog. The Enforcers, draped in chrome and carrying rhythmic pulse-rifles, tracked her through the neon-slicked alleys. david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
She was cornered in a dead-end plaza. The lead Enforcer stepped forward, his voice a distorted boom through his mask. "Lower your defenses. Your frequency is disruptive. We will silence the noise." "I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward