Somewhere… unknown.
Far from the glass skyscrapers of the Golden Sector, and far from the sludge of the Lower Sector, at a point that could not be pinpointed on any tactical map of Elysium City.
A room drowned in pitch-black darkness, sticky and heavy like cold tar.
The only thing illuminating that suffocating gloom was a pale, sickly blue glow emanating from advanced computer screens arranged like tombstones, and a small laptop placed on a cold metal table.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of burnt ozone, stale spoiled coffee, and another faint scent resembling formaldehyde used to preserve corpses.
In front of the small laptop sat a person whose features could not be seen. Just a silhouette swallowed by the darkness.
On the laptop screen was a live broadcast, high-definition, encrypted with layers of digital Aetra.
The broadcast was not of a dirty alley, but of the luxurious "Blood Orchid" restaurant!
