Early Start

Rina woke up before the sun.

No alarms. No dreams. Just instinct.

She sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her face before pushing herself up. Back to work.

Throwing on a simple tank top and sweats, she moved to her desk. Multiple screens lit up, glowing with case files, surveillance footage, and reports. Weapons trafficking. Serum distribution. Pulse Red.

She grabbed her coffee, sipping as she scrolled through the intel. The city was becoming a battlefield, and they were losing ground.

Her fingers tapped against the keyboard. Every piece of information mattered. Every detail could be the key to stopping Sybil.

Weapons suppliers. Shipment routes. Illegal augmentations.

Everything pointed to one thing this wasn't just some underground operation anymore.

Pulse Red was spreading. And fast.