In the rain-slicked guts of Neo-Tokyo, Kael’s scream tore through the grid. His body had already dissolved into code and meat, but the pain refused to die. Neon blood poured from his eyes as the city’s servers feasted on his soul, twisting bone into blade and sinew into screaming wires. He opened what was left of his mouth—jaws unhinged, fangs dripping liquid fire—and howled into the flickering night. No one heard him. They only saw the glitch in the sky: a fractured god, forever dying, forever awake. AI-based digital horror