Hours slipped by, marked only by the steady march of the cursor across the screen. My eyes ached from the relentless glare, but I couldn"t afford to rest—not when every minute could bring me closer to understanding the man who had so effortlessly pierced my armor.
Then, amidst the sea of irrelevant information, a pattern began to emerge. Ryker"s name—or rather, the various aliases he seemed to operate under—popped up in connection with a series of high-stakes underground events. Each event was a blend of opulence and danger, a playground for the elite with a taste for the darker side of life.
As the night waned into the early hours of the morning, fatigue clawed at the edges of my consciousness, but I pushed it away with a stubbornness born of desperation. I needed to find a weakness, a
