LOCATION: VAIRO TERRITORY – OUTER BORDERSTIME: 2:06 a.m.The walls were tagged now.Not with names.Not with crowns.With a mark burned into the brick a hairpin drawn in blood.The city had stopped asking where Solene went.It started asking who was helping her.And every time Morrow sent someone to investigate…They never came back.LOCATION: MORROW’S COMPOUND – STRATEGY ROOMTIME: 2:14 a.m.Morrow paced barefoot across the marble.Screens flickered. Her face smiling. Confident. In control.But her hands shook.Angelo sat in the corner, unimpressed. “They’re calling her a symbol now. A saint. A weapon.”“She’s not a ghost,” Morrow hissed. “She’s a virus.”“Then contain her.”“I can’t.”Morrow looked up, hair wild, eyes rimmed red.“She doesn’t have a name anymore, Angelo. That’s the power of it.”She jabbed her finger at the monitor.“You can’t kill what people don’t believe is mortal.”LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – UNDERCITYTIME: 3:29 a.m.Lucien sharpened a blade against steel. Slow. Rhy
LOCATION: EDGE OF NEW EDEN – DERELICT RAIL STATIONTIME: 3:11 a.m.She had no name now.No face in the system. No clearance. No digital pulse.But she had muscle memory.A red hairpin.And rage that hadn’t forgotten where to land.Solene moved through the night like smoke silent, invisible, untraceable.The woman she used to be was dead.And no one had told her corpse that it could still fight.LOCATION: ROMANO ESTATE – NORTH TOWERTIME: 3:44 a.m.Morrow screamed.The room had been cleared. The monitors were glitching.Biometrics failed.One of her backup accounts? Wiped.“What do you mean it’s not secure?” she snapped at Angelo.He looked almost amused. “It was ghost code, Morrow. You don’t inherit a ghost. You survive it.”She grabbed him by the collar. “I won!”He tilted his head. “Then why is the system still looking for someone named Solene?”CUT TO: LUCIEN – VAIRO CEMETERY CRYPTTIME: 4:02 a.m.Lucien lit a cigarette he didn’t need and stared at the empty grave.Solene’s.Now ju
LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – TECH ROOMTIME: 6:13 a.m.The screen blinked.ERROR: IDENTITY NOT FOUNDACCESS DENIED.Again.And again.Solene leaned over the terminal, knuckles white, lips dry.She typed her name, her real one, three more times.Still: ACCESS DENIED.Lucien stood behind her, arms crossed. Silent.Rios leaned against the wall, jaw tense. “They scrubbed you.”Solene turned slowly.“They can’t. My DNA ”“Doesn’t matter,” Rios interrupted. “You’re no longer registered. In any system.”Lucien stepped closer. “Bank accounts?”“Gone.”“Medical records?”“Erased.”Rios swallowed. “To the world… you never existed.”CUT TO: NEW EDEN – CITY MONITORSTIME: 6:31 a.m.Across the city, digital billboards flickered with a new profile.SOLENE VAIROImage: MorrowTitle: Syndicate HeirClearance: Level-7Status: Alive, Authorized, In PowerMorrow’s voice echoed over it in a broadcast feed:> “This family has endured fakes, ghosts, and betrayals. I am the last real daughter. The empire is mine t
LOCATION: EDENRIDGE MANOR – FRONT GATESTIME: 9:04 p.m.Solene stood at the edge of her own death.Hair braided tight. Dagger in one boot. Cyanide capsule in her bra.No back door. No rescue plan. No second try.The guards didn’t stop her.Because they didn’t recognize her anymore.She was no longer the broken girl who bled in silence.She was war, walking.INSIDE – GRAND ATRIUM, 9:17 p.m.Laughter spilled like blood across marble floors.The guests all hand-picked from legacy families danced beneath gold chandeliers. Masked. Armed. Loyal to no one but power.At the center of it all?Morrow.Wearing a crimson dress identical to Solene’s from her first mission.Hair curled the same way.Voice perfected.But it wasn’t the dress or the confidence that made the room freeze.It was the name she used.> “Lady Solene Vairo,” the announcer said.“Daughter of the empire. Wife to Lucien Vairo. Heir of blood.”And when she smiled?Even Lucien watching from the rooftop scope flinched.“She used m
LOCATION: NEW EDEN – HIGH SOCIETY CAFETIME: 10:22 a.m.The city didn’t sleep. It watched.And this morning, it watched Solene not in hiding, not in armor, not in shadow.In silk.Hair slicked back. Black lipstick. No weapons visible.She sat at a public café owned by Romano’s third cousin, in the heart of territory that should’ve killed her on sight.Lucien watched from across the street, sniper scope idle.“I still don’t understand the plan,” Rios said in his earpiece.Lucien answered, “She’s not planning. She’s provoking.”And she was.Because across from Solene, wearing the same bone-white designer coat?Bianca Moretti.Alive. Recovered. Unapologetically venomous.Bianca sipped espresso, eyes narrow.“So… you’ve returned to reclaim what? A name that’s already been reassigned? A child that might not even exist?”Solene smiled. “Don’t you ever get tired of playing second to dead men?”Bianca’s smile cracked, just slightly.“You’re not going to survive this,” she whispered.Solene le
LOCATION: Surveillance Room, Rafael's SafehouseTIME: 12:41 a.m.Solene didn’t speak. Didn’t move.Her reflection in the monitor stared back at her still, composed, lifeless.The video looped again.Injection. Breathing. Blinking. Her.Except it wasn’t.Lucien’s voice was quiet. “He used your pregnancy to clone Morrow.”Rios added, “That means her DNA is part you… part the child.”Solene stepped away from the screen.Then punched the wall. Once. Twice. Her knuckles split on impact.“She’s not just trying to replace me,” she hissed. “She’s trying to erase everything I might’ve loved.”Lucien caught her bleeding hand.She tried to pull away. He didn’t let go.“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said.She looked up, eyes burning. “Don’t you get it? I already am.”CUT TO: MORROW – VAULT-LEVEL CORRIDORTIME: 12:57 a.m.She moved like a shadow, barefoot across polished marble.Hair brushed. Mask gone. Belly flat.But she paused at the door labeled: Incubation Wing.Inside? A cryo-chamb