Future - Mask Off (clean Version) -

The music swelled—a raw, trapped-out symphony of flute and steel. Elias reached for the seam behind his ear. The Hive’s emergency protocols flashed red in his vision:

"Represents the struggle," Lyric said, her eyes locking onto his glowing gold visor. "You’re tired of the persona, aren't you, Architect?" Future - Mask Off (Clean Version)

He didn't care. He grabbed the edge of the silver plating. With a hiss of pressurized air and a sharp sting of sensory overload, he pulled. The music swelled—a raw, trapped-out symphony of flute

He looked at Lyric and smiled, his real lips trembling. The flute melody transitioned into a triumphant, rolling beat. He wasn't chasing the Hive’s dream anymore. He was finally breathing. "You’re tired of the persona, aren't you, Architect

In the shadows of the Under-Sector, the "Clean Version" of his life was over. The real story had just begun.