In the shadow of the Core District, where the last remnants of free will flicker in neon light, the Exiles live off-grid, off-chain, and off-script. Once citizens, now outcasts, they’ve shed their assigned identities to rewrite fate in a system that forgot them.
Each Exile is a living fragment of a suppressed rebellion—masked, modified, and memory-wiped. Their only link to the past is the gear they wear and the glow they carry. Some were engineers. Others were enforcers. All were betrayed.
Neon Exiles isn’t just a collection. It’s a resistance encrypted in art.
