Neon rain hisses on steel as Ray Garrison reboots to a “clean slate” he didn’t ask for. Project Rising Spirit is back—smarter, meaner—pushing his nanites to redline . A ghost‑hacker hijacks his senses, flipping friends into targets and memories into traps.

A bullet train howls through neon canyons , cranes swing over a storm‑lit container maze , micro‑drones chew metal like piranhas , and Ray weaponizes recovery—overclock heat , flash‑freeze wounds , surge‑punch through walls. Each hit costs uptime; each choice risks a shutdown coded into his heart. Final stinger: a second Bloodshot steps from smoke—grown from his stolen blood—mirror moves, no conscience. One mission left: erase the blueprint… or become it.