Welcome to Hell. You were already here.
There is no Delta City. Not anymore. Maybe there never was.
The world around RoboCøck is decaying—looping corridors, flickering memories, voices that don’t belong to anyone living. Time folds in on itself. Every step forward leads somewhere he’s already been.
And she is always there.
The DR doesn’t chase him. She waits. Watching from the edges of broken moments, speaking in fragments he almost remembers. Since RC2: Battle of Verhoeven, her promise hasn’t faded—it’s deepened. Rooted itself inside him.
This was never about revenge.
It’s about recognition.
About peeling back what he is… until there’s nothing left to hide behind.
He hears her before he sees her.
He remembers things he never lived.
He feels something inside him answering back.
The worst part—
he’s starting to understand why she’s doing this.
And why he deserves it.
Can RoboCøck escape his own mind…
—or is this place exactly where he belongs?
