Twenty years ago, his father had disappeared from the docks of
Genoa, leaving behind nothing but a cryptic notebook and a name that carried the weight of a blood feud. Elias had spent his life scrubbing digital footprints and chasing shadows through the dark web, hunting for the man the underworld called "The Architect." He clicked 'Download.'
Elias grabbed his coat. The request wasn't just a download anymore; it was an invitation.