"During the meeting, a hidden bomb detonates under the table, injuring both ladies' top corporate bodyguards."
The screams of the men echoed off the damp, industrial walls of the warehouse, a chaotic symphony of agony that Richter heard from the safety of his carriage. He watched the smoke curl into the night air with a serene detachment. Inside the ruined meeting room, Beatrice and Cassandra were likely clawing at their own panic, their worlds shattered by the sudden, violent reminder that their rivalry could turn fatal at any moment. Richter did not wait to survey the wreckage. He had done his part. Now, the seeds of paranoia needed time to germinate in the fertile soil of their shared hatred.
He arrived at the Aethelgard Central Hospital thirty minutes later. The corridors were bri
