"Panic erupts in Giska’s corporate headquarters as alarms blare regarding an untraceable, sudden massive financial hemorrhage."
The sound of klaxons tore through the pristine silence of Giska’s corporate headquarters, a jarring symphony of failure that shattered the calm of the morning. Inside his luxury high-rise office, Giska stood by the panoramic window, watching the city of Neo-Soma hum with artificial life, his eyes narrowing as the reality of the situation began to settle in. His fingers twitched, the metal casing of his artificial joints clicking softly against the glass surface. He had invested everything into this latest maneuver, believing his grip on the market was absolute. Now, the screens surrounding him were bleeding red, displaying data streams that defied all logic and
