The face of the city, decrepit and crippled, speckled with shattered and abandoned GeneCo signs, confronted Shilo as her heels clicked against the wet pavement. Years. It had been years. And she had been busy.
Neon bar lights flickered, battling for power with the glowing insects gathering on the garbage littering the narrow streets. Even with the natural assistance, the city's lights could not unveil her. Shiloh Wallace could not be discovered. The limo peeling away from the Genetic Opera that night carried her into oblivion, and for five years she waited in seclusion to plot her return. There was no doubt she was hunted. The vengeful hand of Amber Sweet reached even beyond the edges of the city, and her grudge against the favored 'daughter' could not be mistaken. But Shiloh was tucked away. Safe to experiment.
Without Rotti Largo, GeneCo slipped from its former glory, but the economy and the people were still addicted to the GeneCo fix. No one could stop. Amber could not stop her addiction, but now fueled it with grade A Zydrate. Pavi could not stop hunting for the perfect face. Luigi could not quench his desire for blood.
Shiloh could not stop her quest for justice.
And now, she was ready to change the world.
