Synth-Sirens

Among Synth-Sirens, CEO Vesper is the boardroom and the war room in one body, a commander the streets learn to fear by silhouette alone. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

Among Synth-Sirens, CMO Trina is the boardroom and the war room in one body, a commander the streets learn to fear by silhouette alone. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

CTO Glen rose through Synth-Sirens's inner circle as more than a figurehead - a living mandate etched into Neo-London's turf wars. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

Whispers in Neo-London say Hologram Star Sirena was engineered for one purpose: to turn Synth-Sirens's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Broadcast Master Nyx is not hired muscle. Inside Synth-Sirens, this champion is a doctrine given teeth, deployed when subtlety has already failed. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Whispers in Neo-London say Kade, The Fixer was engineered for one purpose: to turn Synth-Sirens's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Pop Idol Mizuki is not hired muscle. Inside Synth-Sirens, this champion is a doctrine given teeth, deployed when subtlety has already failed. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

The Cyber-Siren Queen is not hired muscle. Inside Synth-Sirens, this champion is a doctrine given teeth, deployed when subtlety has already failed. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Operatives like Bassline Master do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Synth-Sirens's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Glam Fixer do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Synth-Sirens's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Holo Siren do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Synth-Sirens's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Neon Idol is a specialist title whispered on black channels - the kind of edge-work Synth-Sirens pretends it never authorized. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Viral Influencer do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Synth-Sirens's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

When Synth-Sirens needs bodies on the turf, Holo-Enforcers answer the call - street fodder with just enough chrome to matter. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Street proverb still mutters: "Decoy-projecting security guards that confuse attackers." They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

When Synth-Sirens needs bodies on the turf, Idol-Group Thralls answer the call - street fodder with just enough chrome to matter. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Street proverb still mutters: "Brainwashed superfans acting as expendable shields." They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

Media-Sifters fill the cheap seats of war: expendable, hungry, and paid enough to forget who owns tomorrow. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

Factory is architecture as warfare. Raised on contested turf, it anchors Synth-Sirens's claim in steel, code, and ritual. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +3 Resources at the start of Income I. Street proverb still mutters: "Dampens incoming physical attacks with sonic feedback." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Commercial Centre is architecture as warfare. Raised on contested turf, it anchors Synth-Sirens's claim in steel, code, and ritual. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +3 Currency at the start of Income I. Crew it or watch it go idle - Neo-London does not forgive empty architecture. As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Entertainment Center: a living node in Synth-Sirens's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: at Income I, gain +1 Currency for every card or building currently in recovery (all players' boards). Crew it or watch it go idle - Neo-London does not forgive empty architecture. As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Police Force: a living node in Synth-Sirens's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +1 DEF 🎲 when any of your cards are attacked (stacks with other Compliance Hubs). Street proverb still mutters: "audible compliance codes across local turf." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Secure Broadcast Vault: a living node in Synth-Sirens's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Your Overlord and creatures roll +1 ATK die until end of turn. Building enters recovery for 1 turn. Usable during Manage or Confrontation. Street proverb still mutters: "Protects intellectual property and media reserves." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Black Market: a living node in Synth-Sirens's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by synthwave glare and psycho-acoustic aftertaste, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Unique (only one Black Market in the game). While crewed: enables the Black Market trade stage for all players. Crew it or watch it go idle - Neo-London does not forgive empty architecture. As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Chameleon Camouflage is chrome for synth-sirens. +2 HP; this creature cannot be targeted by direct enemy attacks while another friendly creature is on the board.

Disruption Emitter is chrome for synth-sirens. +1 ATK; when this unit attacks, force the defender into Recovery for 1 turn on hit.

Synth-Sirens tune implants to the nervous system. Strike them and the mix blows back through your skull - two heartbeats of damage, guaranteed.

Influence Siphon is a synth-sirens signature play. Choose an enemy creature. Deal 2 damage and steal 7 Influence from its owner.

Neural Lullaby is a synth-sirens signature play. Choose an enemy creature. Force it into Recovery Mode for 1 turn.

Police Bribe is a synth-sirens signature play. Choose an enemy creature with an attached Creature Event. Remove that attached event and force the creature into Recovery Mode for 2 turns.

System Sabotage is a synth-sirens signature play. Force a building or Champion currently operating a building slot directly into a 3-turn Recovery Mode.

Synth-Sirens rewrite loyalty in neon. The stolen idol performs on a new stage until the contract expires.

Synth-Sirens amplify the weakest scream in the pack until the whole chorus bleeds the same note.