The One
When the search ends with you...
The room is packed.
Full of people standing shoulder to shoulder, waiting, unmoving. Some sort of unorganized queue. The air hums with something electric, like a storm caught behind glass.
A red clock blinks across the wall: 00:03:14.
I’m here to find… them.
The one who can fix this.
The one who can hack the system, break the code.
I move fast, pushing throug…
