I went back in. This time, on the rooftop, the wind had a voice. The TV flickered and showed one final log: a message to anyone lucky or foolish enough to find this emulator-only build. It read like an apology and an invitation: “We pushed the hardware so the city could remember things it shouldn’t. If you stay, it will keep telling you its secrets. If you leave, take only what you need.” Then the screen fuzzed into a rain smear.