POV: Lucian Voss

It was late again.

Almost midnight.

The entire building was dark, silent, and cold, except for my office, where the soft blue glow of my laptop screen reflected off the glass table in front of me. The surface looked almost like water under moonlight. I sat there in my chair, surrounded by silence, while my eyes moved slowly over lines of code, access logs, and security reports. My fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, but my mind was moving faster than my hands.

For hours now, I had been digging through digital records. Data packets. Login activity. Surveillance timestamps. I had requested everything directly from the internal...