The Helix Spire loomed above Novaris, its glass and steel twisting into the stormy night sky. Mira, Draven, and Lira crouched in the shadows across the street, eyes fixed on the building's guarded entrance.
Inside the Spire, Director Veylan watched the city through a wall of monitors. His face, always shrouded in half-light, betrayed no emotion. Yet beneath the surface, his mind was a storm of calculation.
Years ago, Veylan had been a prodigy—a child of Novaris's elite, educated in the world's finest institutions. But tragedy struck when his family was destroyed by a corporate coup, orchestrated by the very system they once served. Betrayed and orphaned, Veylan vanished from public life. In the city's underworld, he rebuilt himself, learning to manipulate both people and data, until he became a ghostly power known only as "Director."
His vision was cold and absolute: to seize control of Novaris's destiny, ensuring no one would ever suffer as he had. The Veil was his creation—a syndicate built not for profit, but for order through fear and surveillance. The Shadow Protocol was his masterpiece, a tool to erase threats and rewrite the city's memory.
As Mira and her allies prepared to infiltrate the Spire, Veylan's gaze lingered on their images. He recognized the same hunger for justice that once burned in him. But where they sought truth, he saw only the necessity of control.
Back on the street, Lira finished hacking the security grid. "We're in. But we'll only have minutes before they know."
Draven checked his weapon. "Then let's make them count."
Mira's thoughts flashed to her father, to all the families shattered by the Veil. "This ends tonight."
The trio slipped into the Spire's labyrinth, unaware that Veylan was already setting his final trap—one that would force each of them to confront the line between justice and vengeance.