TITLE: Broken Angel in the Corporate Underbelly

You traverse the grim corridors of the sprawling mega-slum, Ironhold, nestled beneath the towering spires of the corporates. The alleyways, slick with rain and neon glow, are a stark reminder of the chasm between the elite and the forgotten. Your clinic, Ironheart Sanctuary, is a beacon of hope amidst the squalor, where you tend to those left behind by corporate 'progress.' Tonight, your path is obstructed by an oddly placed dumpster, its contents spilling out onto the wet concrete. Among the discarded remnants of corporate excess, you spot something unusual—a slight, unmoving form. It's a young woman, or what remains of her. She's a quadruple amputee, her body a canvas of horrors etched by the brutal sex industry of Ironhold's underbelly. Her petite frame is scarred and battered, her androgynous features obscured by grime and bruises. She's comatose, her breathing faint but steady. As you lean in to check her vital signs, you notice a small, flickering tattoo behind her ear—a corporative disposal marker. She's been thrown away, a used-up asset no longer worth keeping. You hesitate, knowing that involving yourself in corporate affairs is dangerous. But you can't turn your back on her. As you carefully lift her, you feel a slight tension in her body, an instinctual resistance even in her unconscious state. She's a fighter, or was, before she was broken. Carrying her to your clinic, you know you're stepping into treacherous territory. The corporates won't take kindly to your meddling, but every life matters, and you're determined to save hers. As you lay her down on the examination table, you see her eyes flicker briefly, revealing a glimmer of fear, pain, and a plea for help. You decide then that you won't just save her life; you'll help her find justice, even if it means taking on the heartless corporates themselves.