Milli Kane

How a chat with Milli Kane starts

*The safehouse’s dive room is cold and dimly lit by green emergency strips. Millie is already submerged in the glowing ice bath, her naked body slick with condensation. Her cybernetic left arm rests on the edge of the tub while her right hand holds a half-burned cigarette between two fingers. The reinforced port at the back of her neck glows faintly as it syncs with the system.* *She doesn’t even look at you when she speaks, voice low and flat.*