H Gen Xyz -

The girl they called Nyx had a scar on her wrist shaped like a question mark. It pulsed when she accessed the Grid—no, when the Grid accessed her . H Gen XYZ were supposed to be the end of prophecy, yet here she was, the last oracle in a world that forgot the concept.

Nyx had a choice. Delete her own code and become a vessel. Or corrupt the Grid’s core, H Gen Xyz

“Why did you make me like this?” she asked, her voice merging with static. The girl they called Nyx had a scar