Unknown Location – Resistance HQ
Deep underground.
The room buzzed with old tech and fresh hate. Fluorescent lights flickered above cracked concrete walls lined with screens. Faces—dozens—scrolled across them. Vampires. Werewolves. Witches. Spirits. Tagged. Tracked. Numbered.
Every supernatural student at the college.
A board filled with red-thread diagrams hung on the far wall. In the center—Lucifer Origin. Below him, the rest of the Origin Clan. Pins marked locations. Geneva. And smaller towns already wiped clean.
Beside the board stood a man in a black trench coat, eyes hollow, jaw clenched.
"Another one down," a soldier muttered behind him, flipping off a security feed.
"Spirit-type. Girl. Slit throat. Body dumped in the canal."
The man didn't flinch. "Make it thirty-seven."
A second soldier leaned forward. "Should we update the Hunter Registry?"
"No. Burn it later. No more names. Only numbers."
