Future: - Mask Off (clean Version)

Elias felt a glitch in his system. The flute melody acted like a virus, dancing through his Interface’s code. For the first time in a decade, he felt the weight of the metal on his face. It wasn't an enhancement; it was a cage.

Clutching the grain, chasing the dream, she whispered into a distorted mic. Future - Mask Off (Clean Version)

He didn't care. He grabbed the edge of the silver plating. With a hiss of pressurized air and a sharp sting of sensory overload, he pulled. Elias felt a glitch in his system

The music swelled—a raw, trapped-out symphony of flute and steel. Elias reached for the seam behind his ear. The Hive’s emergency protocols flashed red in his vision: chasing the dream