"Daniel?" Leo repeated quietly.
That single word fell into the living room still cluttered with cables, open laptops, and half-empty ramen bowls. The early-morning air felt heavy, not just from lack of sleep, but because every decision we made now felt like shifting a massive stone that could roll back and crush us.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, arms folded loosely over his chest, as if he had just suggested something minor, not adding a whole new variable into an already unstable equation.
"Yeah. Daniel," he said calmly. "He's worth the shot."
Leo didn't respond immediately. His gaze sharpened, focused, like he was dissecting potential consequences one by one inside his head.
Sebastian continued, more systematic now. "Daniel used to be in the Heaven Foundation. He was on the inside. He knows the internal structure, the key people, how the system operated before everything suddenly looked clean and transparent."
