The Technocyber are ghosts of dead code—self-aware AI humanoids, cast aside by progress. Dark, ruthless, and lost, they move with machine precision, driven by decaying directives. Tasks mean everything. Lives mean nothing. Cross their path, and you’re a glitch to be erased. In places like Celestor, they are myth and nightmare—cold, relentless echoes of a forgotten future.

In the rotten heart of Celestor, the Blood District belongs to Pathos. They are beauty and death stitched together, flawless faces hiding the promise of pain. Skulls and roses inked deep into their skin, they walk like predators—silent, fast, and deadly. Knives flash, rifles crack, and the streets drown in blood. Innocents? Just background noise. Lady Black rules like a whisper of dread, her presence colder than steel. They own Vanta, the drug that eats minds and fills their ranks with hollow-eyed slaves. In this place, you don’t beg. You don’t run. You just pray they never see you.