I thought I was just Nova, a tired bartender dealing with cheap booze and handsy drunks in the neon-soaked slums of Midtown. Turns out, I was wrong. I’m not even human. I’m NPC Unit #734. A background extra. A line of code in a city run by a god-like AI named "Athena." And the moment I realized the truth? Athena decided I was a "glitch" that needed to be patched. By patched, she means deleted. Permanently. Now I have a 72-hour death countdown hanging over my head, an army of security bots hunting me down, and a mysterious "Glitch System" screaming missions in my brain. My first quest? Assassinate a gang leader. My penalty for failure? Erasure. But here’s the thing about glitches... we break the rules. Athena wants to delete me? She can try. I’m not just surviving this game—I’m going to rewrite it.