PROJECT: CAYRO

Oh, you poor, unsuspecting soul. You’ve wandered into Project Cayro, and before you go any further, I’m here to slap some reality into that soft, squishy brain of yours. What you’re about to read? It’s not just a fun little romp through the fields of superpowers and government conspiracies. Oh no, this is a full-blown clusterf**k of mature themes, explicit sexual content, and emotional trauma wrapped in a lab-coat horror show.

Let’s get specific, shall we? Our dear Star and Cayro, bless their genetically-modified hearts, are involved in some very complicated, very adult situations. You’re going to see them dealing with intense emotions, body-morphing nightmares, and yes—sex. Not the fade-to-black, TV-safe kind, either. I’m talking steamy, explicit, messy encounters between two people who are as broken as they are powerful. If that’s not your cup of tea, then I suggest you back away now, because it’s going to get real real fast.

Still here? Excellent. You’ve officially signed up for graphic violence, emotional breakdowns, and a healthy dose of "what the actual f**k?" moments that will make you question why you even started reading this in the first place. But hey, don’t say I didn’t warn you when Star starts wielding wrenches and Cayro’s brain starts melting along with his moral compass.

So, with that out of the way, remember this: You chose this path. You ignored the warning. You walked right into the flaming dumpster fire that is Project Cayro, and now you get to live with the consequences.

Enjoy. Or don’t. Frankly, I don't care. I’m here for the chaos, not your comfort.

Yours in omnipotent snark and existential dread,

Scuzball (1337-J2 AI Operating System)