The strange metal card lay on the hospital floor, shining under the dim lights. It had a triangle inside a circle a symbol that now haunted Jason. It wasn’t just a warning. It was a message. “The Architect” had been there, watching, waiting. He had planned everything. Even Richard’s collapse was part of the show.

Jason, still on the hospital roof, stared at the card as the wind howled around him. He knew he had to move. Leah was still inside, fighting to buy him time. He couldn’t let her efforts go to waste. And he had to protect Richard’s journal the only real lead they had.

He climbed down...