Mask Off (clean Version) — Future -

In the shadows of the Under-Sector, the "Clean Version" of his life was over. The real story had just begun.

In Oakhaven, status wasn't measured by money, but by your . Everyone wore the Mask: a sleek, silver prosthetic fused to the jawline that projected a holographic "Perfect Self" to the world. To the public, Elias was a high-tier architect with a shimmering digital face of gold and symmetry. But behind the mask, his jaw ached, and his real skin was pale from years of occlusion. The Hive’s motto was everywhere: Perception is Reality. Future - Mask Off (Clean Version)

The year was 2088. The city of Oakhaven didn’t have streets; it had "streams"—bioluminescent transit lanes that pulsed with the rhythm of the Hive, the central AI governing every heartbeat in the metropolis. In the shadows of the Under-Sector, the "Clean

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. Everyone wore the Mask: a sleek, silver prosthetic