**Location: New York City – 2:37 A.M.**
Rain lashed the skeletal remains of the abandoned skyscraper, streaking through shattered windows like the tears of a forgotten dream. This was no ordinary building—it was the crucible where Charles Kane's empire was forged. The birthplace of the Wealth Domination System (WDS), where a desperate young man, invisible to the world, swore he'd never be overlooked again. Now, the same shadows that once cloaked his ambition loomed, ready to devour him.
Charles stepped through the rusted lobby doors, the creak of metal echoing off hollow walls. His boots splashed in shallow puddles, the sound swallowed by the cavernous darkness. No lights. No security. Only a faint, otherworldly blue glow pulsed from the top floor, flickering through broken panes like the last heartbeat of a dying star.
Victor's voice crackled in his earpiece, sharp with urgency.
> "We're linked into the grid. If this goes sideways, I can send the extraction team."
