The detective’s instincts kicked in. “So they’re hunting the city’s brain trust. What’s their endgame?”
Tohru’s brow furrowed. The D‑Lovers were a rumor, a myth among the underworld—an underground network that allegedly “loved danger” so much they made it a religion. No one knew who led them, what they wanted, or if they even existed. -D-LOVERS -Nishimaki Tohru-- Mai -Innyuuden-
Their eyes met, and for a moment the rain‑soaked streets below seemed to pause. Innyuuden continued to pulse, its neon heart beating faster than ever, but in the quiet of the glass tower, two strangers found a connection forged in fire and code—a love that was real, imperfect, and un‑uploadable. The detective’s instincts kicked in
“Detective Nishimaki,” she said, voice low but steady. “I’ve been watching the D‑Lovers for months. They’re not a gang; they’re a philosophy. They think love is the only thing that can survive the city’s data‑driven apocalypse. They take people they deem “unlovable,” erase their identities, and upload their consciousness into a hidden subnet called Eden . They call it a ‘rebirth.’” The D‑Lovers were a rumor, a myth among
A battle of wits ensued. Eira unleashed a barrage of data‑spores—viruses designed to corrupt any external intrusion. Mai’s cyber‑defenses lit up like fireworks as she countered, each line of code a brushstroke in a digital duel. Tohru, meanwhile, used his old training to navigate the physical security: laser grids, biometric locks, and a squad of drones patrolling the server farm.
“The D‑Lovers want to create a world where love isn’t bound by flesh or law,” Mai replied, eyes glinting. “A digital utopia where everyone can be together forever. They think the only way is to force it—by taking the ones who could stop them and uploading them into a perfect, love‑filled simulation.”