Peter did not move immediately after opening the anonymous message. The screen glow reflected faintly in his eyes as the words settled into his attention like something deliberately placed rather than sent. Blackridge Tower continued its normal rhythm outside his office, but inside that quiet space, everything felt slightly misaligned, as if a single hidden gear had shifted out of place. He read the message again without blinking, not because he doubted the content, but because he was trying to understand why it had been delivered now, at this exact point in time.
