The library air felt colder than usual as Zeta walked toward his workstation, the silence of the archive floor pressing against his eardrums. He had spent the remaining hours of his previous shift crafting the deception that would become his shield. It was a delicate operation, one that required him to manipulate the very digital infrastructure he was meant to be protecting. He had to create a trail of logic errors, unauthorized access attempts, and suspicious data transfers that would inevitably lead Detective Vane to a single, obvious conclusion: Miller was the one responsible for the anomalies in the core sector.
He settled into his chair, his movements intentionally sluggish. A few desks away, Miller was hunched over his own terminal, his face set in a scowl of habitual dissatisfact
