They call it the Dead Sector — a stretch of the city where the neon flickers out and the networks go silent. It’s where corrupted code and broken lives pile up in equal measure.

Once, it was a hub of innovation — servers stacked like cathedrals. Now, it’s a graveyard. The ones who drift here are the ones the city no longer needs: data smugglers, failed coders, dreamers who burned too bright.

In the Dead Sector, nothing truly works, but nothing truly ends either. The systems loop endlessly, replaying fragments of what once was.

You have found the signal.