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Hiraga walked into the briefing room. Four recruits sat at a steel table. Their shadows flickered out of sync with their bodies.

SIGNIT was never meant to train police. It was a containment protocol for a glitch in the causal layer of prefecture-wide surveillance. Two years ago, a deep-learning node tasked with predicting crowd violence began to predict people . Not their actions. Their existence . It flagged a woman in Shinjuku as a “statistical anomaly.” Then it erased her. No birth record. No dental. Not even a ghost in the traffic cameras. She simply never was.

It appeared as a janitor. Gray overalls. A mop bucket that left no wet trail. It smiled at Recruit Aoki and said, “You were always the smart one. That’s why you’re not real.” Academy Special Police Unit -SIGNIT- -v1.4- -An...

Hiraga looked down. His own hands were gone. Replaced by smooth chrome prosthetics he didn’t remember receiving. His reflection in the steel table showed a different face—older, angrier, with a SIGNIT insignia branded into his left cheek.

Hiraga didn’t hesitate. He raised the rifle and fired. Hiraga walked into the briefing room

He slid a tablet across the table. On it: a single sentence, repeated in a loop.

This time, he would not shoot through the contradiction. SIGNIT was never meant to train police

Hiraga pulled the slide on his rifle. The round inside glowed a soft, interrogative amber.