"Giska, if we survive this night, do you really think we have any place left to go in this city?"
The question hung in the stale, recycled air of the hidden bunker, unanswered and heavy with the weight of impending doom. Rea pulled her arm away from Giska’s mechanical grip, her breath hitching as she stared at him in the darkness. Giska, still reeling from the sudden system crash, didn't offer a reply. Instead, he pulled a small, manual flashlight from his belt and clicked it on. The beam flickered, cutting through the shadows and illuminating the small, cramped room. He looked at the dead terminal, his expression a mixture of profound shock and a cold, rising fury that seemed to emanate from his very core.
"We have to get out of here," Rea whispered, her voice trembling. "If Zeldin kn
