The night air carried a damp chill as Walker pulled the hood of his jacket tighter around his face. His pulse was steady, but his mind was anything but. He had been careful, erasing his tracks, moving like a ghost through the city. But ghosts still left whispers, and he knew someone—somewhere—was listening.A payphone stood at the corner of a near-empty street, a relic of a time when anonymity was still possible. Now, it was his last chance. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold, and stepped into the booth. The fluorescent light above flickered erratically, buzzing like an insect trapped behind glass. A bad omen. But there was no turning back.He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the handful of coins he had scavenged. He fed them into the slot, the mechanical chime of each dropping coin feeling heavier than it should. Then, he dialed.Jett.The name itself carried weight. Jett had been a myth among those who operated in the shadows—a hacker so skilled that even the

Dr. Graham never wanted so much attention. The shooting in the hospital had already drawn the police, but the journalists made things worse. They swarmed the entrance, shoving microphones in his face, asking relentless questions. He gave them as little information as possible, spinning the story to his advantage.“A psycho,” he told them. “He stormed the hospital, disturbing everyone. He even shot at the security guards.”The reporters pressed for more details. “What does he want?” one of them asked.Dr. Graham hesitated. Accusing Walker of theft was ridiculous—who steals from a hospital? Instead, he painted him as a dangerous lunatic. “Steve Walker is unstable. He’s a threat to everyone.”Inside, the hospital staff moved with precision under Graham’s orders. Nurses scrubbed every inch of the building, ensuring no trace of the chaos remained. The bodies used for organ harvesting were hastily concealed in a secret enclosure. The tiny refrigerated boxes containing stolen organs were hid