Jax slammed the power switch on the sandbox. The monitor went black. But his reflection in the dark glass was wrong. He was still wearing his OTA uniform—except now, a leather apron overlapped it. And on his chest, a new name tag glowed faintly:

Then the patch notes appeared, typed in green monospace over the image:

Jax should have deleted it. That was protocol. Instead, he ran it in an air-gapped sandbox—a lonely server core he’d nicknamed "The Coffin."