The storm raged outside the GameScape office, in MOSCOW, RUSSIA, with sheets of rain hammering against the windows, casting distorted shadows across the walls.
The investigators were huddled around a dimly lit table, their faces a mix of concentration and caution as they reviewed the file in front of them. A large photograph of Victor Marlowe, the client, stared up from the stack of reports, his expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace.
Nitya glanced around the room at his team, his voice low and serious. "This isn't a typical case. Victor's mind has built an intensely guarded reality—one that's resisted attempts by other professionals to penetrate. Our task is not only to break through his defenses but to do it fast and clean. Time is against us; if we linger too long, his mind could pull us into a recursive loop of his trauma."