Ryuucloud

Lin, from her sterile white terminal inside RYUUCLOUD Tower, pulled up the logs. Her blood chilled. The child's voice belonged to the founder's daughter—a girl who'd "died" in a hover-accident twenty years ago. But the accident never happened. RYUUCLOUD's first act wasn't storing data. It was stealing a life —sucking the girl's consciousness into the prototype servers to test "eternal preservation."

He didn't delete her. He couldn't.

The founder had trapped his own daughter in the cloud. She'd been screaming for two decades. RYUUCLOUD