In another corner of the city, far from Ethan’s isolated panic, an old warehouse on the edge of sector four's docks stood firm in the midst of the fog. Inside, Jasper Wang sat on a wooden crate, breathing erratically. He stared at the phone in his hand, watching the stock market graphs slowly stabilize once more.
"How is that possible? He should be ruined!" Jasper yelled into the empty room. His voice echoed among the damp concrete pillars.
Heavy, measured footsteps began to sound from the entrance. Jasper started, almost dropping his phone. He scrambled to his feet, trying to smooth out his crumpled and dirty suit jacket.
An old man in a gray wool coat emerged from the shadows. Maestro K stepped inside with a terrifying calm, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Behind him, two hulk
