Clutching her work badge, Calista maneuvered through the dimly lit corridors, carefully dodging surveillance cameras. She finally stopped in front of a door labeled "Archives Room."
"Am I finally about to uncover the proof of their crimes?"
Her pulse quickened as she crouched down, pulled a hairpin from her hair, and deftly inserted it into the lock.
A soft click echoed in the silence.
She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her without a sound.
The vast archives room was lined with towering shelves, but she stayed laser-focused. Navigating past the security protocols, she accessed the system’s backend.
Her efforts paid off—soon, an encrypted file titled "Organ Trade" appeared on the screen.
Just as she clicked on it, a prompt flashed:
Iris Recognition Required.
"Damn it. Aga
