The tunnel cameras showed nothing but churning water. My family had vanished beneath the flood.
"You killed them," I whispered, pressing my palms against the glass.
Viktor's composure cracked for the first time. His radio exploded with panicked voices as his network crumbled across the city. But his eyes never left mine.
"They killed themselves by following you," he snarled. "Just like everyone else who believed your lies about changing the world."
The reporters were shouting questions, government officials barking orders into phones. But all I could see was that dark water where Lucky had been struggling moments before.
"However," Viktor continued, his voice cutting through the chaos, "I am not completely without mercy."
New footage appeared on the screens. A different tunnel, highe
