The grimy alley reeked of stale synth-noodles and desperation. Anya shivered, pulling her threadbare jacket tighter. Neo-London's underbelly was a stark contrast to the gleaming towers of Ascension Partners, a world she’d unwittingly helped construct. Liam, ever the optimist, squeezed her hand. His vibrant energy, even dulled by days on the run, was a reassuring beacon in the gloom.