Somewhere, in a server farm hidden beneath an old library, a list of names began to travel—encrypted, fragmented, and untraceable. All because a desperate man had downloaded something that sounded like a joke.

"The Last Click"

He clicked.

Kaelen's hands trembled. This could be a trap. The Bureau's most clever honeypot. But the cursor blinked again, patient and hungry. Outside, a drone paused outside his window, its red eye sweeping the room.