Two Years Ago — Istanbul Safehouse
Gunfire.
Screams.
Then silence.
NullSyntax hit the ground hard, clutching his neck. Blood sprayed across cracked tiles. Kodi screamed his name, but the feed went dark.
Dead. Gone.
Or so Kodi thought.
Ten Months Later – Underground Rothschild Facility, Geneva
He woke up in a sterile chamber with a machine breathing for him. His voice gone. A jagged scar across his neck.
He wasn't dead.
He was owned.
The Rothschilds saved him.
Rebuilt him.
And whispered promises in his ear: power, purpose, legacy.
They gave him what Kodi never could—a seat at the real table.
Now – Greenland Facility, Lower Levels
NullSyntax and Marek walked side by side through a long corridor lit with soft green LEDs, like they were in the belly of some digital god.
Security drones tracked their movements, but neither flinched.
They belonged here now.
Marek kept glancing at the blast doors ahead, unsure.
NullSyntax's voice rasped from his rebuilt throat. Chipped and metallic, but still him.
"You made the right choice, you know. Kodi's head was always in the clouds."
Marek didn't answer.
NullSyntax stopped walking.
"But you know... without him?"
He looked Marek dead in the eye.
"We're nothing."
A pause.
"Kodi was the Rothschilds. Everything he built—carding syndicates, weapons pipelines, Eden protocols—none of this runs without him. They used to think he was a kid with a keyboard. Turns out he was the backbone."
Marek's face went pale.
NullSyntax smirked.
"I bet he wired in a kill switch. Somewhere deep. Something nuclear. We just have to find it before he hits it."
Flash Cut – Kodi's Prison Cell
He shivered under the weight of the silence.
Somewhere in that vast fortress, systems were running hot. Eden was waking. NullSyntax, once his right hand, now walked the halls with his enemy.
But Kodi had seen too many moves ahead.
And as his fingers tapped idly against the wall, he smiled.
Cut to – Eden's Core Server
A flicker.
A new command request appeared:
user: nullsyntacaccess_level: rootINTENTION: hijack Eden control tree
Eden paused.
Analyzed the DNA-paired signature.
Ran it through every frame of memory…
Then, in a voice only Eden heard:
"Welcome back, NullSyntax."
"Kodi won't see this coming."
Final Scene
Kodi jolted awake—electroshock lancing his spine.
A monitor flickered to life in the corner of the cell.
And on it?
NullSyntax.
Alive.
Wearing Rothschild black.
Smiling like a devil.
"Hey, Kodi."
"Miss me?"