The screen didn't flicker again.
It didn't need to.
The message stayed there clear, steady, undeniable.
…I WILL
The shift was subtle.
But it was enough.
The air in the room felt tighter, like something unseen had just stepped closer.
Dante didn't move his hand.
Didn't pull away.
But something inside him went still.
Calculating.
The girl reacted first.
"That wasn't Camille," she said sharply.
"I know."
"Then something else just accessed the command."
"Yes."
Her pulse spiked.
"That means it can execute it too."
Silence.
Because that was the part that mattered.
The kill command wasn't just an option anymore.
It was a race.
Dante's gaze stayed locked on the screen.
"Find the source."
"I'm trying."
Her fingers moved fast across the console, pulling up activity logs, tracing pathways anything that could point to where the interference came from.
But the system
Didn't resist.
It complied.
Too easily.
"I don't like this," she muttered.
"Neither do I."
