As Cordelia emerges from the elevator, the morning sun begins to shine through the glass panels of Modu Tech's modern headquarters.

She heads to her office, mentally organizing the day as her heels click purposefully on the glossy floorboards.

A pillar of the business, she had always been effective, accurate, and committed.

But something still does not feel right today. She pushes open the door to her office, ignoring the nagging discomfort.

Her name is written in bold black ink on a plain white envelope that rests on her desk.

She knits her brows in interest.

With one swift action, she picks it up and rips it open.

The blood...