Nrx_sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me... -

Sasha didn't blink. "Then we don't use the front door. Mensia, how’s the perimeter?"

Sofa hit the final sequence, and the room turned a deep, warning crimson. "Now!" he shouted.

The data was gone. The world was about to wake up, and though we were still trapped in the dark of the lab, the NRX era was officially over. NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

"They're cycling the encryption," Sofa muttered, his voice tight. "Three minutes until the mainframe locks us out for good."

The fluorescent lights of the NRX simulation lab hummed with a low, electric anxiety. Sasha Paige stood at the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the holographic interface. Beside her, Sofa Weber was already deep in the code, his fingers dancing across a virtual keyboard with a speed that defied logic. Mensia Francis leaned against the heavy steel door, arms crossed, her sharp gaze scanning the monitors for any sign of a breach. Sasha didn't blink

"Static," Mensia replied, her hand hovering near the pulse-grid override. "But the guards are moving toward the sublevel. We’re running out of shadows."

"I’m going in manually," I said, stepping toward the core. "They're cycling the encryption," Sofa muttered, his voice

"We didn't come here for a way out," I reminded her. "We came here for the truth."