PK returned to his rented house with a rare, genuine smile.
The deal was done.
His first company—secured.
Everything was moving exactly as planned.
Then his phone rang.
Lana.
The moment he answered, her voice came through—calm on the surface, but urgent underneath.
"PK… this is an emergency. We urgently need your help. Please—help us this time."
PK didn't know what was happening on the other end.
But he could hear it—in her voice.
The strain. The urgency. The helplessness they never showed.
That alone was enough.
He didn't ask questions.
He didn't hesitate.
PK turned toward his system and replied calmly:
"I'm coming online."
The smile vanished.
Three hours earlier—
Inside the Z City Army Base, Lana and Luna were seated in front of secured terminals, lines of code scrolling rapidly across their screens.
For years, the twins had worked with the base as external specialists. They didn't belong to the army, but their reputation was well established. Firewalls, intrusion detection systems, layered security updates—every month, they reviewed and reinforced the defenses.
Normally, the army relied on its own elite engineers. Lana and Luna were brought in only when advanced optimization or audits were required.
Today was supposed to be routine.
Until it wasn't.
The first alert appeared silently.
Then another.
Then a cascade.
This wasn't a random probe or an amateur intrusion.
This attack was coordinated. Patient. Methodical.
The army's internal teams responded immediately, deploying countermeasures, rerouting traffic, sealing access points—but the assault kept adapting.
It felt rehearsed.
Planned.
Lana's fingers moved faster, her expression tightening.
"This isn't normal," she muttered.
Luna nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. "They've been studying us."
Outside experts were rarely needed.
But this time—
They were necessary.
Far away, across the world.
In the place called Black Sea, inside a dimly lit operations room, a woman stood watching multiple screens.
Her name was Velvet.
Leader of Anonymous.
Calm. Focused. Controlled.
Her lips curved slightly as data streams reacted to her commands.
"This time," she said softly, "I want him to notice."
Back in Z City, PK powered on his systems, eyes sharp, mind already shifting into battle mode.
The game had changed.
And this time—it wasn't a competition.