POV: Dante
The sixth floor smells different since Aurora wrote "Project Umbra" on the blackboard.
Before, it was just a graveyard of abandoned ideas. Now there's something alive inside. Rumors, movement, expectations. And, like everything that breathes in this tower, it attracts attention I don't want around.
I arrive at my office with my coffee half finished and Sebastian is already in front of the screen, frowning.
"Tell me that face is because of a typo," I say, setting the cup on the table.
"I wish," he replies. Anonymous system recommendation: "unusual activity in access to Aurora Vega's files."
I approach him. On the screen, a log of records. Dates, times, users.
"Filter," I ask.
Sebastián narrows down the list. All that remains are my accesses, Herrera's, and those of a small security group. Everything looks normal... until three more entries appear, all with the same generic "foundation audit" user.
