Cat sat in the dimly lit briefing room, his sleek black suit barely disturbed by his relaxed posture. A glass of whiskey rested on the table before him, untouched. Across from him, Eli paced like a caged animal, his fingers tapping nervously on his tablet.

"Cat, we’ve got a serious problem," Eli said, his words tumbling over each other. "Someone just wiped out a billion dollars in global assets, and they did it using my code, a code I never wrote."

Cat smirked. "Sounds like you made a very talented enemy, Eli."

Eli whirled around. "You don’t get it. This wasn’t stolen. This was fabricated. A digital ghost. Someone’s rewriting reality itself. And the worst part? They left a message. For you."