Should we expand this into a or perhaps create a visual storyboard for a fan-made music video?

"They’re rotting my brain, love," he whispered, the song’s hook echoing his own spiraling thoughts.

As the song faded into a haunting static, Kaito pulled his hood up and vanished into the crowd, another shadow in a city full of beautiful lies.

He tossed the chip into the abyss of the lower levels. It disappeared into the fog of smog and steam.

He remembered the late-night drives through the gravity-defying tunnels, her head resting on his shoulder, promising that they’d leave the megacity behind. But like every other soul in this hollow metropolis, she had a price. He’d found the ledger—the data she’d been siphoning from his deck to sell to the Syndicate.

He pulled a crumpled photo from his trench coat. It wasn't paper, but a high-res memory chip. In it, her eyes glowed a soft electric blue. He had thought she was the glitch in the system—the one person who wasn't playing a part in the city’s endless masquerade.