His phone vibrated again. Another message from the same channel—this time a video. It showed live footage of his own office .

The heist had just begun.

Rajan’s heart hammered. He looked up at the security camera in the corner of the server room. Its red light blinked twice—then turned green.

Outside, the night shift guard's walkie-talkie crackled with static—and then, softly, the tune of "Bella Ciao" played on a loop.