The deeper I dug, the more the world tried to erase her.
Dr. Valeria Kane didn’t just disappear—she was removed.
No digital footprint. No public records. No one even remembered working with her. It was like chasing a ghost whose name had been swallowed by time itself.
But ghosts leave traces, no matter how hard you try to bury them.
After a week of dead ends, encrypted messages, and a few too many close calls, I found the c***k in the system. An old, defunct biotech forum buried in the dark web, its posts scrubbed of anything useful—except one.
A cryptic reply to a decade-old thread. A set of coordinates. A time.
And a warning.
"Don’t come unless you’re ready to lose everything."
That was how I ended up here.
A nameless safe house buried beneath an abandoned subway station, the ai
