The Sin of His Obsession
The chessboard had been set long ago, and Aiden had been a pawn all along.
The video ended, and another file opened automatically. It was a blueprint, a single, detailed rendering of a new building. But this wasn’t just a building; it was a fortress. It was a fortress filled with traps, with puzzles, and with a single point of entry. It was an impossible fortress, designed by a master architect. The blueprints were signed with a single, elegant script: "To the victor belong the spoils."