The keycard felt hot in my hand. It was small and looked harmless. But I knew better.
Lyra never did anything for no reason. If she gave me this, knowing what it could mean, it was more than just a way out. It was a message.
I didn't go back to my room. I didn’t go anywhere easy to guess. Instead, I moved like a ghost through the hallways, staying in the dark. I listened for footsteps, but none came. The building was quiet, too quiet. It felt like the whole place was holding its breath.
I found an old operations room. The computer screens flickered as I turned them on. My fingers flew over the keyboard. The keycard gave me a secret way in, letting me go deeper than I should have been able to.
And then—
The screen changed.
A hidden computer.
Obsidian Heitt's network.
The hair on my
