The silence after Peter's disappearance did not feel empty, it felt structured, like the system itself had rearranged the space he left behind. Caro stood still in front of the dimmed interface, her fingers hovering above controls she no longer trusted fully. Somewhere deep in Blackridge Tower, a stabilization sequence was running automatically, correcting anomalies she had not been authorized to fix. That alone told her one thing, someone else was now watching the system closely.
She exhaled slowly and forced herself to move. The operations floor was still active, but the energy had changed. No one spoke directly to her anymore, only through necessary reports and minimal confirmations. Caro didn't react to it. She simply walked to the secondary console and began reviewing silent error logs that had accumulated overnight, her expression controlled but distant.
