The moment Rhea hit enter, her screen fractured into lines of cascading code.
Encrypted. Layered. Paranoid.
So like him. Arden Blake didn't just hide files — he buried them behind firewalls laced with traps, like digital landmines. One wrong click, and the system would retaliate.
[System Alert]
Decryption Key: Incomplete
Memory Sync Required — Sacrifice One Emotional Anchor
Options:
First Kiss (w/ Unknown)
Mentor's Encouragement
Mother's Voice
Rhea stared at the list.
Three fragile pieces of her she hadn't even realized were fading. She didn't have time to mourn sentiment.
"Take the kiss."
It vanished in a blink — a warmth she couldn't remember disappearing like smoke.
The system unlocked the first gate.
Her fingers flew across the keys.
This wasn't just hacking. This was a dance — familiar rhythms pulled from the depths of her past life, enhanced now by Strategic Insight Level 1. She navigated mirrored subdirectories and evaded dummy file bombs disguised as innocuous PDFs.
Then she saw it: a folder marked CICADA.ark.
Her breath caught. She'd heard whispers about Cicada in her last life — an off-ledger project funded by a shadow board, something even the auditors feared to touch.
Why would Arden hide this?
She clicked.
[WARNING]
Triple-encrypted archive.
External surveillance trigger embedded.
Tracing Protocol: ACTIVE
Estimated Time to Safe Extraction: 06:22 minutes
She swore and snapped into motion, initiating a clone dump and data shunt to her air-gapped drive.
[System Boost Activated: "Ghost Protocol" - 120 seconds of untraceable access]
She didn't ask who gave it. She took it.
The minutes stretched like wire across a battlefield.
Each second was war.
She heard voices in her head—not madness, but memories slipping—echoes of laughter she couldn't place, names she couldn't match to faces.
But the files downloaded.
Every byte of them.
[System Notice]
Task Complete: Crack the Vault
Memory Fragments Gained: +10
Classified Intel Unlocked: "Project Cicada"
Arden Blake - Primary Architect
Kairo Alden - Silent Partner
Status: Active | Location: Unknown
Rhea leaned back, her heart thunderous.
Arden and Kairo. Together.
She'd expected betrayal, yes. But this?
This was treason.
The next morning, the boardroom was glossy with ego. Twelve men and women sat in clean-cut suits, sipping imported espresso and murmuring over quarterly charts.
Kairo sat at the head.
Rhea stood just inside the door. Uninvited. Unwelcome.
Arden Blake hadn't arrived yet.
When he did, time seemed to narrow. He walked in with the ease of someone who thought the world owed him admiration. His eyes swept the room—and paused when they landed on her.
A flicker.
Barely perceptible.
Then, the familiar smirk. "Miss Lin. I wasn't aware we extended an invitation."
Rhea smiled.
"Oh, I don't need an invitation anymore," she said coolly. "I brought receipts."
She placed a flash drive on the table.
The room fell silent.
Kairo's eyes snapped to hers. There it was — panic, buried deep beneath polished calm.
The game had tilted.
And she'd just made her first real move.
[ To be continued.....]