Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
They slid open with a hiss, inviting us into the dark.
Inside, the tower was a cathedral of data. Millions of screens lined the walls, all of them showing the same thing: **[SYSTEM ERROR: CONTENT NOT FOUND]**. The Aethel-Group’s entire history, all their stolen lives and packaged dreams, were nothing but errors now.
We found the elevator. It was a glass cage that moved with a sickening speed, carrying us higher and higher, above the gray clouds, above the smoke of the ruins.
When the doors opened at the top, we weren't in an office.