From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

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As we emerged from Olivera's opulent office, the city buzzed with its usual frenetic energy, oblivious to the power shift that had just transpired within its steel and glass heart. Zephyr, however, seemed to exude a different kind of energy – a chilling mix of satisfaction and manic glee.

"Let's celebrate, Ben," she announced, her voice laced with a dangerous lilt. A sleek limousine materialised seemingly out of thin air, its obsidian sheen mirroring the darkness in her eyes.

"Celebrate?" I echoed, my voice tight with apprehension.

"Yes," she said, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "Consider it a reward for your… contribution. Besides," she added, a hint of wistfulness creeping into her voice, "it's been years since I last indulged in a bit of childish fun."

My chest tightened. She was talking about the amusement park across the street, the one I used to frequent with Maggie, its vibrant colours and carefree laughter a stark contrast to the grim reality unfolding around us.

Hesit