The city lights stretched endlessly beneath her, a dazzling sea of neon and glass reflecting the world she once controlled. From the rooftop of the tallest skyscraper, she stood alone, the cold wind biting against her skin.
She had built empires. Conquered industries. Cracked codes that baffled the greatest minds. A prodigy in science, finance, and technology—there was nothing she couldn't do.
Yet, at this moment, she could do nothing.
A sharp pain burned in her abdomen. She pressed a trembling hand against the wound, warm blood seeping through her fingers. The familiar face standing over her, once a trusted ally, was now twisted with triumph.
"Why…?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
The traitor smiled, stepping back as if admiring their work. "Because you were too perfect. Too untouchable. Someone like you… shouldn't exist."
The world blurred. The city lights dimmed. As her body swayed, she felt the final betrayal—hands that once clapped for her success now shoving her off the edge.
Falling.
Falling.
And then… darkness.
She should have died. And yet—
A voice, distant yet familiar, called to her. "Wake up."