The vault’s timer screamed through the cold air: 00:00:48… 00:00:47… Every second was like a ticking bomb. Morgana Dubois stood above them, framed in the vault doorway like death itself, holding a remote and wearing a cruel smile.

“The timer can’t be stopped now, Detective,” she called down coldly. “You have less than a minute before everything you’ve worked for disappears forever.”

Marcus Thorne’s voice came next, pouring through hidden speakers like poison. He sounded proud, mocking them. This wasn't just a trap, it was a game he’d planned from the start, meant to destroy their last hope and bury his secrets for good.

“Leah, go to Thorne’s office!” Jason...