The tower was supposed to be untouchable.
Steel walls, round the clock security, guarded entrances. Yet when the scream tore through the night, every illusion of safety shattered.
Zaria burst from her chambers, dagger already in hand. Her circle spilled into the hallway, Clara pale and clutching her notebook like a shield, Enric storming forward with a snarl, Marcus wheeled in by a guard, his tablet flickering with alerts. Damian emerged last, calm and deadly in his dark clothes, his presence cutting through the panic like a blade.
The source of the scream lay on the lobby floor.
A package small, bloodstained, sat at the center of the marble tiles. Security had formed a ring around it, their expressions grim. Zaria strode forward, her heels clicking like war drums.
One guard hesitated
