Lexington’s Legacy: Neon Dreams and Chrome Nightmares
Introduction The air hangs thick with the scent of synthetic ramen and ozone, a familiar cocktail in the lower sectors of Neo-Kyoto. Rain, perpetually acid-tinged, slicks the grimy alleys, reflecting the neon signs flickering overhead in distorted, psychedelic patterns. Here, where the chrome towers of the corporate elite cast long, predatory shadows, survival is a…
