Three days after the debate, Elian received a visitor.
He was in his apartment, reviewing the cooperative's quarterly accounts with Samuel, when a gentle knock interrupted them. Samuel rose to answer, but Elian stopped him with a raised hand. Something felt wrong. The System, which had been quietly monitoring in the background, suddenly pulsed with a warning vibration.
[System Notification]
Threat Assessment: Unknown visitor. Bio-signature indicates trained professionals. No malicious intent detected—yet. Caution advised.
Elian stood and walked to the door himself. Through the peephole, he saw a man in an immaculate black suit, standing with the unnatural stillness of someone accustomed to waiting. His face was ordinary to the point of anonymity—the kind of face you could see a hundred
