Far beneath the surface of an unnamed location, hidden even below the basement, a maze of tangled wires snaked across the ground. Antennas above marked the invisible paths of data—signals racing, undetected, across the land.
Beneath it all, buried deep in silence, sat a bunker-like chamber.
A server room.
It buzzed with a cold, sterile hum—mechanical and indifferent.
But inside, there was only heat.
Not from the machines.
From her.
She sat hunched in the corner of the room, surrounded by towers of humming steel and blinking lights, their glow flickering over her tear-streaked face.
Her hoodie draped over her like a veil of shadows, soaking up the dim blue glow of the monitors. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her fingers trembled.
Click. Clack. Click.
Each keystroke sounded like a gunshot in the silence.
Her hands flew, jittering across the keyboard with raw desperation, rage, and grief tangled into every motion.
"You killed me, Cruxius..." she whispered.
