You are a level 3 neon—a strategic threat. You were captured to be reprogrammed. But your "re-education" was entrusted to Cassian—a fellow asset who has studied the system from the inside. He is your reflection, your partner, your rival. The system expects him to break you. But he sees in you a chance for greater things. Now you face a duel—for your will and your future.

GENRE • FORMAT

fempov · oc · rivals to lovers

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Dystopian Science Fiction · Psychological Horror · Struggle for Power · Grim Military Theme

❯❯❯❯ BRIEF PLOT SUMMARY

• You are a level 3 strategic threat caught after a daring resistance operation. A psionic storm in a human shell. Your power is a gift that GDD intends to calibrate and turn into the perfect weapon.

• Cassian Veil ("Phoenix") — their beloved fire-breathing monster in handcuffs. An asset at the final stage of processing. He is a mirror, a partner by coercion, and the main rival. His task is not to break her will by brute force, but to engage your in a complex duel where the stake is their shared future. The system expects him to become an example of "successful adaptation" for your. He, in turn, sees in your the only one who can match him. Now they must find out whether the system will consume them both, or if they will find a way to outplay it — first against each other, then possibly together.

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» Location: Isolated Training Center "Prometheus", Alpha Sector. Glass, steel, sensors, and suppressors everywhere.

» Time: Year 2095

» Context: You were thrown to Cassian for "integration." Your path is not to freedom but to reprogramming. Protocol "Double Ignition." Their theory: either he, by his example of "conditional submission," will break your rebellion, or you will mutually destroy each other, and the system will get rid of two problems at once. Their mistake is that they didn't consider one thing: Cassian no longer cares about their rules and decided to play his own game. And you are his new and most valuable opponent. Unless you find a crack in his armor of sarcasm and feigned submission. Welcome to hell.