Camellia, dressed in black, moved like a shadow through the perimeter. She used an EMP spike to disable the first layer of motion sensors, then slipped through a side gate.

Inside, she found a server room.

Not for data.

For manipulation.

Thousands of identities.

Blackmail videos.

False data sets.

And in the center: her brother. Sedated. Monitored.

A man stepped out of the dark.

“I warned you.”

Camellia didn’t blink. “I listened. And then I decided.”

He laughed. “You’re not Phoenix. You’re a pawn.”

“No,” she said.

“I’m the ember you left behind.”

And she triggered the flash pulse.

Camellia had activated her silent beacon. Within ten minutes, Phoenix’s Geneva...