An ancient library beneath a monastery, Myanmar. The air smelled of aged parchment and forgotten secrets. Dust motes swirled in the dim light as Mei Ling ran her fingers over the smooth surface of an old, sealed terminal. It hummed faintly, a relic from a past civilization that refused to be erased.
Yun Feng stood beside her, arms crossed, scanning the room for hidden threats. "You think this thing can help us?" His voice was a mixture of doubt and curiosity.
A figure in the corner was wrapped in shadows—an exile from the Unseen Hand, long thought dead. He exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "The Unseen Hand is arrogant. They always left themselves a backdoor—just in case."
Mei Ling’s lips curled into a smirk. "And we just found it."
The Unseen Hand’s system has a hidden kill switch—but is it still functional?