Days Later
The Day of the Summit – Geneva, Switzerland
The wind in Geneva carried a weight it hadn't held in centuries. It was crisp, sharp, cutting through the city like a warning. A reminder. The world had changed—and today would decide what that meant.
The summit was set in a specially reconstructed glass-domed facility on the outskirts of the city. What was once a neutral meeting ground for economic negotiations had now become the center of global attention.
Security was tight. Troops surrounded the building in layered formations. Helicopters hovered. Snipers were stationed on rooftops—not out of aggression, but preparation.
Inside, the hall was massive. Cold white lights hung overhead, dimmed just enough not to glare off the polished floors. Rows of chairs circled a wide center table shaped like a broken ring—symbolic, maybe. Of something trying to reconnect.
Humans filled the room first.
