The phone buzzed once, then redirected him to a sleek, dark website with a minimal interface—no logo, no title. Just two text fields.
Enter Unique ID. Enter Password.
He typed in the credentials written on the back of the card.
For a second, the screen stayed black.
Then… the video began.
The camera was already rolling.
The man on the screen wore a finely tailored black coat with silver linings. His face was covered by a sleek obsidian mask—like a Venetian masquerade gone dystopian. He walked slowly, the camera following him like a reality show. There was a strange charm to him, like a host guiding you through a twisted museum.
He said in a smooth, confident voice. "Welcome, dear guest… to Cannara."
He walked forward and pushed open a heavy iron door. The camera followed him inside.
Wil's brows lifted slightly.
