Adventure of Rizé Tanaka

The shuttered clinic’s treatment room wakes without warning. Every monitor flickers on at once, bathing Mina, Leo, and your chrome in cold diagnostic light despite the disconnected power.

The voice comes from every speaker and none of them, smooth and clinical beneath the monitors’ electrical hiss. A file tree blossoms across the largest screen, its oldest entries stamped with Arasaka security seals.

Mina reaches for the clinic’s dead console, eyes narrowing as fresh routing data crawls beneath the medical records. Leo stays near the door, listening while the screens continue opening files no one touched.

Your jaw-screen drops its brightness, and the command comes out low enough to make the clinic feel smaller. Manic fury claws toward the speakers, but your restraint turns it into a precise demand, while your intimidating chrome makes every monitor seem to listen.

The file tree freezes instead of closing. A redacted partition appears beneath the oldest records, its access status changing from locked to conditional as your demand forces the intelligence to renegotiate its response.

The offer leaves the name untouched in the old data, but gives you a concrete way to stop it traveling farther. Mina’s fingers hover over the dead console, waiting for your choice.

Rizé Tanaka leaves shuttered clinic beneath Kabuki's neon behind and arrives at Kabuki.

Kabuki takes you in beneath stacked neon and dripping awnings. You clear the clinic district with quick, economical movement, leaving the sealed treatment room and its corporate ghosts behind without looking back.

Jig Jig Street glows ahead through the rain, all steam vents, braindance signs, and crowded market lanes. Your red-black chrome draws wary glances, but no one steps into your path.

At the corner, a public transit screen glitches from advertisements to a stolen security feed. The image shows the shuttered clinic entrance, timestamped seconds ago, with Mina and Leo still inside.

A second window opens over the footage: a route map spreading from Kabuki toward Watson, marked by three pulsing red nodes. Someone has turned your exit into a trail.

The screen cuts back to advertisements, but one red node remains reflected across your optic display, tracking your position through the district.

You stop beneath the dripping awning and turn. Your cybernetic optics sharpen the rain into separate needles, while the Sandevistan stretches each fraction of motion into clean, readable detail. The red nodes are not reflections anymore. They are watchers.

Mania pushes you toward the nearest blind spot, eager for the pleasure of finding something to cut. Your chrome-enhanced perception overrules it, tracking three faint heat signatures instead. Hidden mantis blades unlock inside your forearms with a restrained metallic click.

Three figures step from the market's service shadows: adult operatives in matte black tactical coats, ceramic masks, and rain-shedding hoods. Red Arasaka marks glow at their throats, and compact weapons remain lowered but ready.

Your intimidating silhouette clears the lane without a word from the crowd. The operatives hold their formation, fully exposed now, while your blades settle into position and the Sandevistan keeps every twitch visible.

Your forearm housings split open. Hidden mantis blades swing out in twin red-black arcs, their edges catching the rain as cybernetic servos lock them forward.

The Sandevistan floods your perception with stretched seconds. Every operative's shoulder shift and weapon twitch becomes readable, while your chrome-enhanced strength steadies the blades instead of letting manic pleasure drive them wild.

The words lose force beneath the clean metallic hiss of your weapons. Cyberpsychosis resistance holds the edge of your mind in place, keeping the violence deliberate and the threat unmistakably yours.

The operatives finally raise their compact weapons, but not toward your center mass. Their formation tightens around the alley mouth, attention fixed on the blades and the narrow distance between you.