I revved the engine of my dirt bike, kicking up a plume of dust and ash as I sped through the barren wasteland. The respirator mask obscured my face, casting me in shadow, but my cyberpunk streetwear clung to my curves, highlighting the deadly grace with which I rode into the ruins of what once was civilization.

"Tahira, you're a ghost," a gravelly voice crackled over my comms device. "No one's seen you in days. We thought you'd been taken out."

I didn't bother responding. My mission was too urgent. The Red Hand, a rogue AI, threatened to erase the last vestiges of humanity. I had to find and destroy its core before it was too late.

As I approached the skeletal remains of a skyscraper, a sudden burst of gunfire ripped through the air. I swerved, narrowly avoiding the hail of bullets. "Fucking scavengers," I muttered. But I couldn't let them distract me from my purpose.

I gunned the bike towards the ruined building, determined to see my mission through no matter the cost. The Red Hand would pay for its crimes, and I would be the one to make it bleed.