Carson and Justina stood at the edge of the estate’s sprawling terrace, the first light of dawn spilling across the horizon. The city below was waking, oblivious to the labyrinth of secrets they had uncovered beneath their feet. Yet aboveground, freedom felt fragile—new truths often demanded reckoning.

Justina brushed a strand of hair from her face, eyes tracing the distant skyline. “Carson… we’ve destroyed the estate’s power, but what about your father? He’s still alive. ...