"I'm entirely out of options, Ren. I don't even know where the hell to look anymore," Julian confessed, his voice tight with desperation. "I've already deployed dozens of men to scan the grid, but as of this exact second, we haven't recovered a single footprint. That's why I'm breaching your perimeter for help. With your reach, perhaps you can map her current coordinates, or at the very least... unearth a lingering digital trail."
Hearing the uncharacteristic panic bleeding from Julian, Ren Robert's brow furrowed in immediate confusion. "Who exactly are we calculating here?"
"Phoebe. She completely vanished from the radar yesterday."
"How does a woman of her caliber simply disintegrate into thin air?"
"I'll brief you on the metrics later. The sequence of events isn't extensively long, but frankly, I can't seem to comprehend the logic behind it either," Julian countered, rubbing his temples.
