“Rose, hurry! We have to move!” Markus shouted anxiously, gripping Rosemary’s arm. The old warehouse was now lit only by the faint glow of Phantom’s laptop as he struggled to reconnect the signal.

Phantom didn’t look up. “Not yet! If I stop now, the file will corrupt! I need two more minutes!”

Rosemary glanced around nervously. The cold night wind swept through the cracks in the wall, carrying the scent of dust and rust. “Markus… I hear engines outside.”

From a distance, the sound of cars grew louder. Headlights swept across the warehouse walls. Markus peeked through a gap in the metal door — his eyes widened. “Damn it… Cassandra’s...