116. Roman’s CityRomanNew York didn’t sleep but I had learnt to live inside its noise like a ghost.The eighty-seventh floor of Ro’Nova Corp Headquarters overlooked Manhattan in all its winter brilliance: glass towers glowing gold, streets pulsing with headlights, the faint rumble of life rising from below like a restless heartbeat. I stood before the massive window, coffee untouched in my hand, watching a city I ruled yet could not feel part of.People called me a phenomenon.A prodigy.A ...