The morning light broke over the sharp, white titanium panels of the Upper District estate . The transport capsule from Gwenreen City had arrived at precisely 0600 hours. The multi-million-dollar estate felt exactly as it had before—sterile, silent, and thick with the heavy, unyielding scent of Dahmer Lukas's restored S-tier Enigma frequency.
By 0800 hours, the house had split along its usual fault lines. Kaelan, still wearing his faint, wicked smirk from the journey, had practically dragged a stiff, fiercely resisting Marcus out through the automated gold-leaf doors under the guise of an "external procurement date"—leaving the grand foyer suffocatingly quiet.
