Leon Hart sat at the head of the polished obsidian conference table in his penthouse's subterranean study, the city lights faintly glowing through tinted floor‑to‑ceiling windows. Around him lay the tools of his investigation: encrypted tablets, forensic reports, and a sprawling digital map of Eden Lin's known aliases and corporate shell companies. The hum of the city felt distant here—a world of power plays and boardroom battles left behind by steel walls and soft overhead lighting.
“Quinn," Leon said, leaning forward, fingers steepled. The cybersecurity analyst stood at a holographic display, tapping through layers of blockchain transaction records. “Report."
Quinn nodded, lips tight with concentration. “I ran Eden's corporate trail through both public registries and dark‑web caches. E
