The air felt heavy with tension as Mara looked at the blinking screen. The final confirmation message was right in front of her. The data had been sent. The facility, the project, and the dark secrets about her life were now out in the open. It was done. Or at least, that’s what she thought.

But as the screen went dark, Aveline’s face changed. There was no joy, no sense of triumph. Instead, she looked worried, her eyes darting around the tunnel as if she expected someone—or something—to show up.