The city never sleeps, but its people do-trapped in a cycle of control, lulled into submission by the hum of machines.

Then it happens. A rogue frequency cuts through the static. GETUP. A pulse of raw energy, a glitch in the system. The beat hits like a shockwave, igniting the streets with defiance. The sleepers stir. The neon haze cracks.

The uprising doesn't start with a whisper. It starts with bass.

SSCAPE - GETUP. Wake up. Move. Fight.