The camera slowly drifts through the hidden base. Cold walls reflect the pale blue glow of the monitors, casting distorted shadows across focused faces.
Jayden spins slightly in his chair, eyes half-lidded, clearly bored.
— "Seriously… I'm going to die of boredom in here. We've done nothing for days."
Isaeah leans against the wall, arms crossed, his tone calm and detached.
— "And what exactly do you want to do? Go for a walk outside? We can't even be seen."
The mysterious man stands motionless in front of his screen, eyes locked on streams of data. His fingers move across the keyboard with mechanical precision.
— "Especially you, Jayden. The world has to believe you're dead. That's the only way this plan works."
The door suddenly slams open. Nax rushes in, out of breath.
— "Sir… new information just came in."
The man straightens instantly and steps toward the screen. Numbers and coordinates flash rapidly: six new entries. Six precise locations on the map.
Jayden rises slightly, his voice sharpening with sudden tension.
— "Seriously?! It worked?"
The man remains silent for several seconds, scanning every line with intense focus. Then he turns toward the group.
— "Good. But proceed carefully."
He begins assigning missions, his voice sharp and absolute.
— "Isaeah, you take the first location."
— "Nax, the second."
A man cleaning the floor looks up.
— "Annan… was it?"
— "Uh… yes."
— "You take the third."
Another man steps forward.
— "Jean Daniel. Fourth."
— "Good."
His gaze shifts back to the list.
— "Nax, you'll handle the fifth as well."
Finally, his eyes land on Jayden. His voice drops lower, heavier.
— "And you… Jayden, you will go to the si—"
Isaeah suddenly steps forward, cutting him off.
— "Wait! You just said Jayden is supposed to stay hidden!"
Silence falls instantly.
All eyes turn toward the mysterious man.
He doesn't react. His arms remain crossed. His gaze is cold, sharp—like a blade pressed against the room itself.
— "Everyone takes risks."
A frustrated member exhales sharply.
— "Then go yourself!"
Still, the man does not move. His voice remains calm, almost icy.
— "Do as I said… if you truly want this stupidity to end."
No one responds.
The weight of silence presses down harder than words ever could.
One by one, the members leave the room.
Jayden rises slowly. He clenches his fists, the glow of the monitors reflecting in his eyes. Despite the uncertainty, something inside him sharpens—resolve cutting through hesitation.
The camera lingers on the mysterious man standing before the screen. His eyes never leave the data. Every number, every coordinate, every movement is another piece of a dangerous, unfolding pattern.
Then—
Cut to black.