Lamia Vincent sat in her darkened room, her once-vibrant screen now black and lifeless.
No matter how many times she rebooted, accessed alternate ports, or tried to bypass the dead system, nothing worked.
It was as if someone had simply deleted her from the mainframe. Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up her phone and dialed.
Julie Dane answered on the fourth ring, her voice groggy and annoyed.
"Lamia? It's the middle of the night. Just message me on the system—"
"I can't! I've been locked out. Completely. No access, no backups, nothing. My system's dead."
Lamia snapped, voice edged with panic.
Julie paused.
"...What?"
"You heard me. Gone. And it's your fault!"
Lamia's tone sharpened.
"This whole plan was yours, and now I'm being targeted. I don't know who the hell you pissed off, but I'm not going down with you. If you don't fix this, I'll ruin whatever reputation you and the Secret Hunter Services still have left!"
