Chapter 58 Web Of Shadows

Vivienne sat alone in the dimly lit hotel suite, the walls wrapped in silence, her world now suspended in the air between one revelation and the next. The documents from Project Bloodroot lay sprawled across the bed like dissected organs, bleeding secrets and lies from every edge. She moved slowly, almost reverently, turning page after page, each one confirming what she had begun to fear: she was not born into power—she had been made for it. Her fingers trembled as they hovered over a file labeled “VR-01: Compliance Trajectory.” The image clipped to it was of a young girl—herself at twelve. The accompanying notes were clinical, cold, devoid of empathy.