The streets of IKN grow more chaotic as the day goes on. Construction continues, the noise deafening, and the new city’s underbelly becomes more apparent to those who look close enough.
Clarissa, Felix, and Kiran regroup in a quiet, dimly lit café far from the prying eyes of the Syndicate. The air is thick with the tension of their narrow escape. Kiran’s eyes dart around, unable to relax, but Clarissa and Felix settle in, focusing on the task at hand.
“We need to act fast. Subianto’s losing his grip on this. If we don’t expose the Nine Dragons, the destruction they’ll cause will be irreversible.”
Felix leaned in, voice low. “We can’t just expose them through normal channels. The Nine Dragons have their people everywhere. The press, the politicians... hell, even the cops. It’ll get buried before it even begins.”